What I asked myself

As I sat there and saw him in front of me I was taken away. Not by his beauty but by his warm smile. Underneath it was a guy who Id fallen for just a year before. But time flew fast, too fast. We were in school, it was our sophmore year of highschool. We were trying to make it through history, a class I imagined Nick loved but I hated. Well not hated exactly, but disliked greatly. Nick had dreams. He knew since he was 10 years old what he wanted to do later in life. That was to be a marine . Although I thought that was great he had a goal in life, I was scared to death for him. I could picture myself if we were ever together again, which I knew was very likely that I'd be a wreck with worry. If he died I would cry for hours on end. But more than that I probably would not be able to live on I thought. Freshman year was where it all began. My former friend Fara told me about him. We had biology together and we would always talk. He would always be in my mind as the person who was always the easiest to talk to. We were great friends, we started to hangout, and then he started falling for me as I did for him. It felt great. He was my first valentine that year in February. But it wasn't until sophmore year that we developed a relationship. It struck me as quite odd for taking that long but in another way I liked it because it meant we weren't rushing into anything. So we went out for a month in December that year. I still remember the exact date. The 17 th. It was wonderful. I convinced myself I might be in love. He would come up to me in history and talk to me every day. He would give me high fives and smile that very angelic way that was so hard to erase from my mind. Even his laugh. His laugh sounded in my head all the time, it sounded just like him. It was a fun laugh, not too loud either. I loved it. His voice too, I remembered the little things he would tell me and the way he said it. Something kept telling me that Even though we broke up, things wouldn't change. We still cared for each other he made that obvious afterwards in January. I would replay everything in my head. I remembered things we even had worn. One day he showed up into class wearing a flourescent Short sleeved orange shirt and jeans. I thought he looked silly actually but as usual he still looked handsome at the same time. When class would end sometimes we said hello, sometimes goodbye and then left to go to our other classes. The days flashed before us.