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Once upon a time is when my old story begins and ends. A tale of joy, innocence and happiness but an ending of pure misery and heartbreak. Sounds a lot worse than it truly is but as a child we trust people a lot more than we do in the years that follow, so it's far harder for a child to even comprehend the idea of why this trust was broken. They may trust easier but they forgive a lot harder. I have known Jasper all my life but have not seen him since my childhood since a day that my happily ever after seemed to disappear but as I look at him now I see it slowly beginning to form again within me. Yes, as you may have guessed Jasper was my first love. I have dated others in the years in between but no one seemed to be able to fill the gap he left in my life, in my heart and within my soul. It's quite a simple tale in truth- our parents were very close and in turn we became close too. We used to all play together Jasper, my older brothers Edward, Emmett and I. We would play together, went to school together and have sleepovers- we were inseparable really and I thought we always would be. The day he left he hid his tears- from the world, from the people around him but mostly from me. He never said goodbye that day instead he hugged me tightly for a few minutes and whispered gently in my ear as if he only wanted me to hear "see you soon" and then he was gone, from my life-until now. My Dad, Carlisle told me that the reason they moved was because Jasper's dad had been offered a wonderful new position from the company he worked for. They were hesitant at first- leaving everything behind but they wanted Jasper to have the best of everything he possibly could in life so they made the decision to move. My mom, Esme told me at that time it was "the greatest thing to put your child's life and needs before your own." That thought has always stayed with me. I was 7 years old at the time. Old Cliché tale- trials and heartbreak of first love but it still hurt all the same.
I still can't believe he is here sitting right in front of me, no more than 5 feet away. I want to reach and hug him just to make sure he is not an illusion or just my imagination, I wanted to ask him so many questions "Why are you here?" "How have you been? ", tell him so many thing like how I missed him but I could not seem to find the words or ever my voice, all I could do was look at him in wonder while he appeared to be doing the same.
What felt like hours later I somehow seemed to find some part of my voice "Hey" was all I could manage to say. He seemed to break out of his daze at that and smiled at me. I smiled back as an almost reflex reaction. We both seemed to relax a little bit but I still didn't know where to start. I didn't realise though I was in my own daze until I saw Jasper waving his hand in front of my face. "Emm sorry kinda spaced for a sec" "Still doing that eh? Same ole, same ole, glad to see something still remains the same" he joked. We both looked at each other and burst out laughing almost instantly. I felt totally relaxed and it felt like old times again. "So, how's things been with you? Missed me?" he looked like he was joking when I said that but I could see the fear in his eyes – fear that I would complete reject him and tell him I had moved on and away from the past, but the truth was I never had and never will because he will always hold a special place in my heart. I didn't need to think about the answer to the second question because it came out almost automatically "Of course I missed you, you idiot" I don't know why but I felt something wet fall down my cheek again then suddenly I was being embraced by two strong and familiar arms and I instantly melted into them. I could hear his laughter rumble through his chest- it was soothing in its own way but nostalgic also. I felt his arms wrap a bit tighter around my waist and back. I had always felt safe and warm in his embrace and I think that will never change. We sat there for what felt like hours- that's what I loved about being with him all time seems to just pass in a blur and but each moment we seemed to spend together was a moment I would never forget.
When we moved away from each other and broke the embrace slightly "So Ally, what's the news been since I've been away?" I laughed slightly he always was able to make even the most tense of atmospheres calm just by being in the room- his personal unique trait and something I have always admired of him. I still couldn't find the words to answer him but I think he understood this – he laughed lowly once more and stood up. "Come on, we should probably get you home".
The next morning I was extremely tired because I couldn't sleep all I could think about was Jasper and had I dreamed the whole thing? But could my mind alone really imagine such a longing filled or a warm and loving embrace? Each time I closed my eyes I saw his face which lead me further to the thought that perhaps it had been an illusion. But what if it hadn't been? Would become one again what they used to be? Or would he have moved on from the past and into the future alone – without me? All these questions and more seemed to be going through my head as the night progressed and made my chance of any kind of decent sleep even less with each hour that passed. Still those thoughts are going through my mind and I have a feeling they will not be put to rest unless I prove these questions to be true or false. I was scared however- what if they were true and what if he wasn't really back – left me behind in the past, no longer to visit his past and the people who once inhabited it.
I went down to breakfast with the thoughts whizzing around my head when I suddenly bumped into something hard and firm but warm- or should I say someone. I looked up and once again all words seemed to escape me for the person standing in front of me was no illusion and was definitely enough proof for me that last night truly did happen – not a dream from my mind but a dream come true. "Morning Ali, I see we meet again" he smiled down at me. All I could do was nod and stand there like some kind of mechanical machine or something- he used never this much of an effect on me but I guess a child who falls in love has less effect than someone who falls in love later in life and knows the power that true love possesses. All I am aware of is his hand wrapping around my wrist and bringing me in the general direction of the kitchen. As we walk I am not so much aware of my surroundings as much anymore and seem to only become aware of the feel of his hand loosely but securely around my wrist and my own disbelief of him being here at all.
I didn't know if I should begin with something casual and break into the conversation slowly or just come straight out and ask everything I wanted to about how he had been during the time we were apart and what he had been doing, the adventures he had, people he met, but as always he seemed to be able to read my thoughts and smiled at me.
We spent about 5 hours that day talking about the past – the time we had spent together and the time we had spent apart as he answered all my questions and more. During this time I noticed how much he resembled the child I fell in love with to begin with but also a new part to him – more mature, more knowledgeable and what else I noticed was that I seemed to be falling in love with him again and more with each time I saw him but this time I knew more what I was going into – possible heartbreak and rejection but I always thought that with love may come possible heartbreak and tears along the way but the thing to do is to come through it a stronger person and learn to love again.
"So, you what you gonna do about school? Decided you've out grown it or something" I laughed. He smiled and laughed along with me for a while.