Chapter 2 – A while ago

I remember now…

There was actually a previous meeting before we met in the camping trip. I was six and was waiting for my dad by the bench in the park, near the stadium. I had a soccer ball by my side which my dad had given to me, in hope we could play together.

Now, my personality on that time could be described as passive/aggressive. Barely anything could win my interest, and almost everything win my anger. At six, I learned how to read and write and also wrote my first song. That could be considered amazing, but I prefer 'negatively precocious'.

Well, this girl came and sits by me. Red-brown hair, vivid eyes. Very vivid. Can I sit next to you? Sure. What's your name? Matt. And yours? Sora. My God, what a surprise to remember this now! Sora. I was six, and so was she. Does she even remember this?

Great, I mean. Carrying on, we talked about soccer. She asked if I was playing, I said I wasn't, I didn't even liked it, and she was a little disappointed, but only for a moment. That girl is always trying not to offend others. Please, you may offend. My love.

She said she had a friend who played soccer named Tai. Tai, for God's sake, appeared early in our conversations! I wish we didn't talk so much about him. One day, we won't, I hope. I said I didn't know him. She made a pause and told me she wanted to play, but no one in her family encouraged her.

Maybe it was the tone in her voice, that made me realize she was said and I had to do something about it. which, really, was the worst thing someone could ask me back then. I was broken inside, and not interested in helping others, just myself or at least my baby brother.

'I think you should play, if you like it', it was all that came out. I think it was the only good thing I told her in that conversation, and if anyone would have stopped talking to me right then, that person wasn't Sora.

She smiled at me, which came as a shock to me. Nobody smiled at me for a while, especially because I was so unpleasantly impolite since my parent's divorce.

And I think I had forgotten how to smile. Because, when I smiled back, it came out as the most weird mouth gesture ever seen; at least it must have been, because she laughed at me, a very crystal clear laugh. A very beautiful laugh.

'I will. Thanks…Matt.'

'You're welcome.'

'Why have you that ball then?' was the question I didn't want to answer because it implied me needing to tell her a lot. So, I answer my dad had given it to me, so that we could play together in his free time. That's great, she said. I came up with 'He haven't got any free time lately'.

'oh… I'm sorry.' And I could tell she really was, which consists in no surprise for me now. 'I know what you mean. My dad isn't in town either, barely ever is.' That statement took me quite aback. I wasn't expecting that. But me and Sora always had this thing of sharing the same background, very common experiences. The difference is, she went through them seeking support in her friends, preserving a strength and hope I don't have, and I went through them with anger, frustration and in deep loneliness. Negative feelings also took over her sometimes, but people who loved her always helped her and took her out of it. One of those times, it was me. I like to think that we saw each other in a different light since then, since we had discovered a very important thing in common.

'Really? Sorry to hear that.' I said.

'We have to focus on the good things right?' She said in a voice full of hope. I nodded.

She instantly changed the subject, and I am sorry she did.

'Do you live close by?'

'No, across town.'

'Oh, me too. Where?'

I explained to her, and she opened her eyes with surprise. 'Me too!'

I suppose that would mean a beginning of a beautiful friendship, but unfortunately this is not one of those lame girly movies. I never saw her again until the camp, maybe for the simple fact I left home very early when my dad went to work, and arrived alone, watched TV and never left the house on weekends, except on the rare occasions I went to my mother's and play with TK in the park. I believe that sometimes I watched her from the living room window, but she wears hats most of the times, I can't be sure it was here. Moreover, she spent most of her time in soccer, and according to what she said lately, the rest she was at home reading. Funny, how life turns to be.

'Oh, my mom is calling me. I have to go.' God, I don't like her mother, she just gives me some dark looks sometimes. Does every mother assume I am their daughters' ruin?

'OK. Bye.'

'Bye, Matt.'

'Bye Sora!' I think that came out wrong, but she didn't seem to mind. She ran really fast. That's another attribute of her.

Anyway, I thought I should write this down since I may forget it soon. After all, it's how I met my future wife. Haha. Just kidding. She's totally into Tai, since we saved the Digital world, so nothing is going to happen between us. I think she is afraid of me getting near me sometimes. Or maybe not, since we had pretty interesting conversations about…well, nothing in particular. It could be registered as progresses however.

This is not a diary. It is merely a sheet I've written following a advice of my little brother, who keeps a diary and told me to try to do the same. But I didn't think this does any good. It isn't the way to win her anyway.

Matt