Remember me?

I was sitting at my favorite coffee shop, looking out the window. Many people were passing by, no one I knew. People were also coming in and out of this coffee shop, the little ring of the bell reminded me of when I was still in elementary. My mom always brought me here for as long as I can remember.

She would get me some of my favorite cookies and get herself some coffee. She would always sketch something and show me, I was always fascinated by them. She would sometimes be proud and sometimes the total opposite, when she didn't like the sketches she'd rip them out of her sketchbook and put them on the table.

I liked to collect them, I still have a folder full of her artwork. I continued with these memories until the sound of the bell interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see who came as if I would know them, and I didn't know them.

I rest my head back down on my hands and continued with my thoughts... my memories that I had left of my mom. The door opened again, letting in the cool breeze ruffle through my hair and make me shiver. I looked up to see who it was this time, and they looked oddly... familiar. He went to order something and then came sat right behind me.

"L-Liam?"

He didn't answer.

"Liam!" I said again.

"Um... Who are you?" Liam said.

"It's me! Evalyn... Do you remember me?"

"No... Sorry..." He said.

"You were my crush, in high school... I've always liked you until I had to move away."

"No, sorry. I don't remember,"

"You don't..?" I was heartbroken.

I thought I had it all wrong. It might be the wrong person... right? I quickly got up and left. I went far from home and the coffee shop. Did my crush not remember me? I walked for a moment and then I sat at a bench nearby.

It was a lot to take in but something must have happened. I sat there, the cold breeze comforting me, remembering on Valentine's day, in high school when he had got me those candy hearts with cute messages on them, it was... nice. I felt loved, even though he had given them to everyone in the class, even though they had weird love messages on them like, "I wanna hug you." or something like that. I was sad that he didn't remember me. I sat there while the fall leaves falling everywhere around me. I got up, ready to leave until I bumped into someone.

I looked up to see who it was, only to meet the face of Liam. I looked into his hazel eyes as we made eye contact.

"Sorry! I saw you were sad so I decided to follow you and- and I know that sounds creepy but don't worry I'm not a stalker." He said.

"Oh, well I'm ok now. You can go do whatever you want." I said walking away.

Before I had my chance to take a second step, he took my hand and twirled me around. I looked at him, does he remember me? He let go of me quickly and I walked away.

That night I laid in bed, looking at the ceiling. I was alone, in this darkness. I felt hurt from what happened earlier. I couldn't sleep, so I went and grabbed my phone and texted my best friend, Audrey. I texted her a plain and simple, "hi" and then I asked if we could talk. It took her a few minutes but she replied with an "I can't talk" or more like I-can't-talk-because-I'm-on-facetime-with-my-boyfriend-and-I-don't-want-you-to-ruin-the-moment type of thing.

So I just experienced my childhood crush forget me, and then my best friend throws me out of her sight like I'm some waste. I mean... I am. So then I went to text Leah, another one of my best friends. I started the exact same way I did for Audrey, which was with a "hey." She answered with a "What's up?" Then I texted her back with a "Can we talk?" and then she agreed and we texted back and forth. We were talking pretty smoothly but the next thing I know when I tell her about the incident about me and Liam it ends up that she liked him too and supposedly he remembers her and she also found out that he was getting ready to date her.

So she started arguing with me, saying that, "I shouldn't get too attached to someone you're about to lose or lost," and that, "I should move on and stop whining like a 3-year-old," also that, "I'm too childish for an adult."

I stopped texting her before I took out all my problems on her. I shut my phone and threw it on my bed. It bounced and hit the floor with a thud, and even probably and crack.

I left it like that and laid down putting the covers over my head. I felt my eyes stinging as some useless tears fell. Well, I learned in elementary school, when we were doing a project on Greek mythology that Hades, the god of the underworld, drinks tears. So he must be staying hydrated drinking the gallons of tears that I gave him.

I let myself cry, promising myself that this was the one and only time I would let myself cry... so freely.

Growing up in such harsh environments, I learned that crying is a waste of time and energy. The water that seeps out your eyes, called tears is dumb and useless. "It won't get you anywhere." But later on, I learned that it's ok to cry. No, it doesn't mean your weak, or useless. Crying is just a way to reset your emotions... to let it all out. But my childhood had a great effect on me, well everyone's childhood affects the rest of their life, and well the effect was that... I don't cry. Well, I don't like to, or try to. As all these thoughts crowded my head, I managed to fall asleep.