So this is a new story that I thought up.. lol. I will have TA up soon, but I had to write this before it left my mind! I'm having a family vacation at Disney, we aren't doing much so I should have some time to write! (: hope you like this! Let me know what you think!
love, Ashley
Growing up in Massachusetts was the best thing that had ever happened in my life. After my parents died when I was just three years old, my aunt and uncle took me in and became my parents. They lived in a small town in northern Massachusetts, and I loved it. We lived down the street from my best friend; his family had become like my own since the day that I had met them. His parents adopted me in a way, without physically going through the process. His brothers saw me as their little sister, and they always said that he and I would end up married one day. Everyone did. But we ignored them, claiming that nothing would ever happen between the two of us.
In high school, if someone didn't know us they thought we were a couple. What they thought was flirting we saw a just normal. He went through a lot of relationships, and I was there for him every time. They just couldn't accept the fact that he and I were best friends. I had a few relationships through high school, but nothing too serious. In our senior year yearbook, everyone created a new category: Most likely to get married. That was us. They voted that we would be the two people who would more than likely end up married in the future.
But they were so wrong. About a week after graduation, he disappeared from our small town without even a simple, "good-bye." His family told me that he had said that he told me goodbye before he left, they never would have thought he would lie about something like that. I kept in contact with his brother Matt, but lost contact with the others. I left for Boston about a month after graduation, I would be attending Harvard Medical School; studying to become a surgeon.
Matt and I kept into close contact for about two years after I left, but soon our conversations became spread out, only talking about once every six months. I knew that my mother kept them updated on me; she and his mother were best friends. And she loved to brag about what I was doing. She also kept me informed on things going on around town and in his family.
Little did everyone know that over the years, I had fallen for him. I would never admit that to anyone except my mother; and she promised to never speak a word to anyone. But I knew she would end up telling his mother, and I didn't really care if she knew. They were the only two people on the planet that I would trust with that secret. I knew that he had become successful working as an entertainer. But I had no idea what form of entertainment he worked in. And in reality, I didn't really care. Ever since he had left without a single word, I found myself caring less and less about what he was doing in life. Though, every once in a while I still wonder how he is.