Flashback

'Man, this is just never ending..' Donna said. She looked in the closet, and saw the task ahead of her and Jordan. 'There's clothes and boxes everywhere. We will never get this done.'
Jordan laughed at her, 'Why do you think I asked you to come and help me? There was no way I could do this on my own.'
Donna laughed, 'Alright well, let's just get started. Here's a box. Sit on the bed and figure out exactly what you want to keep and what you want to give away or throw out.'
Donna handed Jordan a box that was marked, 'H.S.' 'I think this is all of my high school stuff,' Jordan said, as she sat on the bed with it. She opened it and saw her Sophomore Yearbook. She looked at all the names signed inside. All of the lost friendships. She decided not to go through the pictures, in fear of embarrassing herself in front of Donna. They had been friends in college, Donna did not need to see Jordan's embarrassing early 90's haircut. When she went to the back, she saw it. His name.


A foot of snow.
Bus stop.
Her name being called.
Him running towards her.
Laughter. His laughter.
The smile on his face.
The running she did.
He slammed into her and put snow in her hair.
She laughed at his silliness.
The way he didn't care what others thought about what he was doing.
The love she had for him.
Him getting off of her.
Apologizing.
Embarrassed in front of her friends.
Him turning around and walk away.
The way his glasses were fogged up when he turned back to say, 'See you later.'
The coolness of the air in her lungs.
The wetness of her hair.
The smile she had when she walked into school.

She remembered every detail of that day 10 years ago...it was a nothing day.
Nothing monumental happened that day compared to what they had gone through in their friendship. But she remembered it. Every moment. Every touch. Every feeling. It was something she wanted to hold onto. Something she hadn't remembered in years. But when she saw Rob's signature on her yearbook...she remembered how high school was so easy for them. And that the years after were the worst. She always wanted to remember him in that way. Not with IV's or baldness. But of him laughing towards her. She wanted to keep that memory close forever. She sat there for a moment, and reveled in it. Aware that one day she will forget again. But for now, Jordan held on.
'What's wrong? Why are you crying,' Donna asked.
Jordan smiled, 'I'm fine, I just had this really great flashback.'