It's five years later now. I live in New York, my Dad died in the hospital, my mom lives down the road from me and Lyndsey lives about five minutes away. We all still live in New York. I have a nice job, I'm a Lawyer. I was walking to the local cafe for lunch one day, and I heppened to look into a shop. When I looked in I saw this girl, laughing and smiling with her friend. Our eyes met and we just clicked.
For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about that girl. She seemed so familiar, but from a long time ago... Times that I couldn't remember. I couldn't even focus on my job, for the rest of that afternoon she was all I could think about.
It was during dinner that I realized who she was. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, the most beautiful smile in the world... It was her. It was Caryn Adderson. All grown up. I thought about looking her up, and calling her. But I decided not to, what if she was married? Then I wouldn't be able to find her under Adderson anyways. I don't know, maybe I was afraid to call her. It was getting dark, I decided to go for a stroll.
I was walking down the road, when I heard footsteps behind me. This was never a good sign walking down a dark street in New York, so I started walking faster. The footsteps started getting louder, and I felt someone put me in a headlock.
"Need a HEADCUT Soc!" Said a soft quiet voice.
"CARYN!" I yelled, I don't think I was ever happier to see anyone that I was then.
Caryn explained that she had saw me today from the cafe and knew at that instant that it was me, because of my dark brown eyes and light brown hair. She said she was with her friend, Payton Shepard. She had told Payton all about me, they were best firends, so Payton pretty much knew it was me just by the far away look in Caryn's eyes after I had went on my way. Caryn and I talked and met and stayed in contact for a very long time after that.
But then we just kind of lost touch. We hadn't talked in a couple of years, I thought I had lost all hope. I settled into my life in New York and was quite content, living in my two-bedroom apartment, everything seemed fine. But at night, when I slept alone, lonely, that was when I realized that there was still a small fraction of my heart missing...