Found this in my computer.

I hardly do one-shots, but I thought I might as well upload it.

Note: I'm actually in progress writing chapters for my other stories.

You told me you would be there for me, always.

You said it to me when I was hurting like hell. I remember it so clearly; because that was the day my dad finally gave into his treacherous illness.

You told me that you loved me, that you would love me, forever.

I remember because that was the day it was pouring rain. It was the day I ran out after our stupid little fight and you chased after me.

We were meant for each other. We were perfect for one another. We were made to be soul mates.

Even before we met and talked, I always noticed you, but you never noticed me. It wasn't until our passion for soccer, did we cross path, which finally brought us together.

We would spend days teaching each other new moves or improve our techniques.

While we were both blondes and loved soccer, we were so different.

You were the cocky star goalie of our school and you loved the attention and didn't shy away from it. You always participated in class, being vocal, despite, the fact you were always wrong in answers.

I was the shy, meek bookworm, who would cower away from the spotlight. Even though I knew the right answers, I would never participate.

As we began to hang out more, we grew to know each other's quirks

I remember even when you were annoyed at me being right; you always laughed it off in your own quirky way. I never quite understood why you were annoyed, not until now.

Sure, those who didn't know us finally thought I should have been happy that you were right for once. But I wasn't. In fact, I hated when you were right this one time.

I remember the day you were right. I told you to say what you promised me.

The sky was black-blue, and you were laying down on the white crinkle sheets of the bed. Your brown eyes still had a hint of twinkle in them, and your lips were curled into your stupid, signature smirk.

"I'll always be there for you and love you forever."

Oh, in that moment, how you made me forget about the condition you were in. Yet, that moment was short-lived, as you looked at reality.

"But," You paused, your puppy eyes flickered, there was so much fight in them. "Always isn't forever and forever isn't always."

"Stupid," I called out. I refused to believe what you said. "You're wrong, as always."

And on your face, your smirk grew wider, curling into a smile. "Trust me," you said. "I'm right this time."

I just laughed, and kissed you on your forehead. I grabbed your hand, and we both went into a deep sleep, side by side, our routine for the past few months, nothing had disturbed it, except, on that same night, you left me.

No matter how loud I screamed, or how much I moved you, your damn brown eyes wouldn't open.

You were gone and you left me.

For the first and last time, you were actually right.

Because sometimes always isn't forever and forever isn't always.

Just like you told me.

And now years later, I still think about that day and what you said.

Though, despite sometimes, always isn't forever, and forever isn't always, no matter what, what people think or say, I know that I'm certain about one thing.

You will always and forever be my first true love, Derrick Harrington.