Never forget true love

Wednesday morning at school and it was rolling tutorial first
period. We were all sitting in our usual circle talking away as usual
when Mr Maxwell comes in. Following Mr Maxwell in is a new girl of my
age (15 at the time). It turns out that she's coming into our tutor
group because she's just moved into Marlborough. Mr Maxwell announces
her name to everyone in the tutor group so that everyone knows what to
call her by. "this everyone is Amy." Comes the harsh voice from the
squat man that is our tutor. We, everyone in the class, all stopped
chatting to turn around to look at her causing her to blush profusely.
When we all turned back to our talking, I remember talking to the
person next to me telling her about a girl I knew called Amy. I
remember the exact words I used. "she was stunning, long black hair
going past her shoulders framing a beautiful face with deep brown eyes
that increased her beauty 10 fold. And when she spoke, oh she was
incredible, when she spoke her voice flowed from her lips like a rich
sweet wine. She always knew what to say and when. She was also witty
and intelligent. I loved her like I've never loved any one before or
since. I loved her so much that cried when she left the school to move
somewhere else. The bad bit was that she new I cried, now that was
embarrassing. I never did know how she felt about m." All this time
while I was describing the Amy from memory the new Amy had approached
from behind and tapped me on the shoulder. As I turned around to look
at the person who tapped me she said hi to the person next to me and in
that instant I realised that I recognised the rich, sweet voice, when I
looked up into her eyes I saw the face and eyes of the girl I had been
describing. It was her words that hit me hardest, "I didn't know that
was how you thought of me Seb." " Amy? Oh my god Amy! I never forgot
you." Now it was my turn to blush. "I did love you Seb, I just didn't
know how to tell you until it was too late. I never forgot you either
and I've been thinking about you ever since I left." Then we hugged,
kissed and got lost in each other's eyes. From that day on we stayed
together and even now while I write my memories in this book, she sits
behind me looking over my shoulder reading my writing as it goes down
on the paper.

Never forget you memories,
They are there to be cherished
Not forgotten.