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I'm home sick...just looking at some things and I found this story, I cried!*! :-(
He closed his eyes as he softly touched her face. Thinking about the last time he had held her in his arms. They were coming home from her soccer game and they sat in the back seat as he held her. Everything between them was falling apart but he had to hold her one last time just to say goodbye. He could tell that she knew it was over but she didn't want to accept it. What started out, as a friendship had grown into a deep caring for each other, maybe to deep? He didn't know what would happen to them, they had promised to always be friends... but that wouldn't happen to them. He got out before things got to serious but he had hurt her in the process. When he saw her in school he could tell she was putting on a front that was how she was, stubborn as all hell. But he still had all the good memories to think back to. He still thought about the fireworks that Fourth of July. That was a fun night, he still could picture her on that blanket laughing as they made fun of people ooh-ing and ahh-ing. Then came all the nights at her house, very rarely was it just the two of them, but he never minded. He could still hear her sleepy voice answering the phone the night he called to tell her about the accident... he knew she was upset but he couldn't do anything but assure her he was okay. Everytime he saw her with his visor on it took him back to the night at her house. The sleepovers were the best though. Then after the dance when she fell asleep in his arms... he didn't want to sleep and miss any of it. He could still picture her face with tears streaming down it the night they got in a fight, what the fight was about he didn't remember, but the fact she had cried hurt him. He would have done anything to take it back so she wasn't hurting that night, but he couldn't all he could do is hold her. The longer he had his eyes closed, the more things he thought about... the nights on the floor in her living room, after the football games, or at his house. All the times he had held her in his arms and softly kissed her. He could still remember the first time they kissed. She was lying on the couch and told him to come over and he did and she reached up and kissed him. She will never know how much he wanted her to do that... or how much he wanted to kiss her too. But now all those memories were in the past because she was no longer his. Maybe he should have held her more or kissed her more or even told her how much she meant to him a little more often. But now he couldn't because in a split second he had lost her. They said she had crested the hill and slid on the ice... the car went across into the other lane and hit the ditch. The cops said she was only doing roughly thirty miles per hour, but the car hit the ditch and slipped, it skidded down the embankment on its roof. She was dead by the time he had gotten the news in school. The night before they had decided it was over and he didn't get to see her after that. He was in a state of shock when he got to the hospital and saw her lifeless body lying there in the bed. He wondered if she knew what was happening, if she was scared, if she suddered and what she thought about in her last minutes. Now standing beside her coffin he bent over and whispered "friends forever" and walked away
=( Just thought I'd share that.
lets face it, we've changed .. we've all changed. Somewhere
between summer ending & school starting, we've all gone our
own directions. Hearts were broken, friendshipss diminished,
new loves started & new people came into our lives. We no
longer spend all of our time together in our circle of friends,
we no longer talk for hours about nothing at all. Some of us
are findng love while others are trying to let go. Even though
we've changed we all know that even though we're all finding
our own place in the world that when we find love, let go of
a love, or when the tears fall or a smile spreads across our face
we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy
world takes us & no matter what happens nothing will change
so much that we'll just forget each other