We met in 7th Grade at Francis Junior High School... Before she even liked boys or he knew how to act around girls. Somehow, he taught her she could like HIM and she taught him how to act around HER. LOL We knew what we felt was real but we were still just babies... Two babies... Growing... 12, 13, 14, 15, and then 16 year old "babies". How could we ever know what to do with love in our young stages? After 8th grade, we both changed schools but we would randomly pop up on the other throughout those "baby" years; sometimes to spend a lone day together- one lone day that always seemed to have months in between, other times popping up only long enough to say "I'm glad to see you're okay" and then be gone again. We grew apart in the years to come as we tried to learn who we were in the world but we never faulted the other for the paths we were on. We said "I love you's", "Goodbyes", and "It's okays". Occasionally, we each would cross the other's mind (she'll have to explain one day how HER son is named Kendall) but we only ever wondered--- never attempting to see what we would find if we tried reconnecting. When we finally did, we only wondered why we hadn't done so sooner. And now the first of many things is the last of everything...