Just Maybe

prologue

I remember that place we once went to. A small playground deep in the woods behind our middle school. It was old, that's for sure. It's once red swings were encrusted with rust, the wooden see-saw was warped and rotting from being outside for years. Yet somehow we loved it. With empty bottle cans, and fallen trees we'd found happiness. Back when we were 14 nothing else mattered but each other's presence. He would take me back there every day. After school, when I should be at home. He'd sit there with me and tell me how beautiful I was, and how he was never going to love someone as much as he did me. That always stuck with me. It was only until he moved away that summer. We were heartbroken, but his mom had some sort of job opportunity. I was miserable for the first 6 months he was gone. We wrote letters back and forth but after about a year he stopped sending them. I assumed he'd moved on, so I did the same. Now it is six years later, and I still remember Kian. I don't know where he is now, what he's doing or how he's feeling. Part of me really would like to meet him again. For now, our memories of young love rest deep within my heart.