Some dates just stick with you, long after their significance has diminished or even vanished. I remember January 4th because in grade three, it was the first day back to school after winter break. I remember August 28th because a lot of couples in my life got married on that day. You know...some days have significance, while others don't.
I remember June 2nd. My most significant relationship from high school began with a group date on June 2nd. And one year plus ten days later, it ended. We went out of supper on our anniversary, then we went to Speedy's place where everyone was gathering to get ready to attend the graduation dance. We were only in grade 10, but in a small school like ours, it was natural we'd have friends in grade 12, and that those friends were doing their grand march, followed by the dance.
At the dance, my boyfriend spent a lot of time away from me. This wasn't an alarm for me though because I loved to dance, so I would be on the dance floor until you kicked me off, whereas he would take breaks. We took a picture with my best friend, who was escorting one of the grads, so she looked really good. He stood with her, while I was off to the other side beside a fake palm tree. Shit, I just thought he was being awesome with our friends.
I tried to take a picture of him, he refused to look at the camera. LIke, wow. Here I was, thinking "One year! Happy anniversary to us!" and the bastard was unhappy and wanting out.
Today I woke up and thought, hey, happy birfday dude until I remembered...no, his birfday was not the 2nd. Our anniversary was. Suddenly the goodwill of a birfday wish got totally overtaken by the absurd ill wishes of a broken teenaged heart.
He broke my heart that night...I just didn't let myself believe it for several more days.
Learning to grow up...
...Wish you were here.
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