I run far away from him. Faster, and faster as I take each step. Looking back and forward at the same time, making sure he doesn't catch me. I hear in the background, Mitchie! Wait up!, and small chuckles of laughter. Even though I'm running further away from him doesn't mean I will forget him, or the life we once lived. Best friends are forever as they say, and running isn't the key solution to a friendship. I came to a screeching halt with my feet, just to turn around and find him. When I see nothing, it occurs to me that I'm alone in my own world. My own universe of emptiness. And best friends aren't forever when you take too much of your time running. What we once were, was history. And just as the two small children we used to be, running and laughing on the playground at school, you've forgotten me completely. Now, in backwards motion, I turn around and run the other way. Everyone looks at me as I yell his name. Looking around each and every corner, I try to find him. I just needed something that looked like him, smelt like him, anything. I can sense all the wondering eyes of other children looking at me, wondering where I'm going or what I'm looking for, but they don't know. They don't know me, nor him. They never knew our past, nor our future. And what you think is a friendly game of tag your it on the playground in elementary school, can become your reality in the future. So I stop trying to run backwards to find him. As I grow more mature I realize that time is not erasable and the more that you try to erase it, the more of a mark your going to make. So instead of fixing the past, why not mend together the future? I'm still searching for him, and what he used to be. Because what I see now of him, isn't what I know. And its not the familiar face nor the smell I was searching for. I miss him. And I will find him as soon as I can, step by step, and start mending the friendship we had in the past.
And we'll be forever like you promised me several years ago, Shane Gray.