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I would ask around my old friends about her and the stories they told me broke my heart. I felt personally responsible for all the bad things that had happened to her at that point.
I finally managed to get in touch with her about 4 years later and we were at a party with mutuals. The party was shitty and I knew I shouldn't be there, but I didn't want to leave her alone. And she was at that age where others opinions mattered. She decided to go into a room with another girl and 3 other guys. I sat outside, smoking a cigarette and waited. Everyone came out but her and I went in to check on her. She was crying because everyone had left. I stayed with her and talked to her but then fighting broke out and we all ended up leaving. I didn't talk to her again until I was away at university.
A friend of mine convinced me to go home for New Years and I got the bright idea to call her and see what she was up to and if she wanted to meet. I hadn't seen her in years. When she picked me up from the party, she was just as beautiful, if not more so, than the first time I saw her. Immediately I broke into tears. I was so happy to see her and be around her. Her smell, her voice, her laugh, everything hit me in the heart and I couldn't help myself. We went back to her mom's and she showed me a picture of her daughter. A spitting image. More tears. I laid next to her on the floor and we both slept for a bit before I had to return to my friends house. We kissed and it felt like we were in grade school all over again.(2/4)
