back then, a young girl often found herself holding hands with another girl similar of age, as they braced storms and met with trees, watching the leaves turn with age

an adventure that didn't begin with the sunrise and didn't end when the sky became an ebony that matched their hair

one girl thought they would be friends forever and

maybe they were in an alternate reality, far away from their present

so she still believed.

but, the girl began to worry more as the calender flipped pages

she had thought maybe memories weren't meant to hurt so much,

"Maybe my heart was in my body but was never mine,

maybe i lost my best friend,

my everything,

in a stormy sea one day,

when the forecast showed nothing but clear skies for the future decade,

maybe the loss did not hurt more than the knowledge that she didn't love me."