We Have That Forever Kind Of Love

I walked into class and sat in the vacant seat in the back of the class. I removed my pencil from my notebook and began doodling on my desk anxiously awaiting the start of class when a tall, skinny dark haired boy looked at me with wondering eyes. His voice spoke my name as if he’d known me his whole life, “Annabel?”

It took me a minute, then I suddenly remembered where I’d known this boy from, but it was impossible, it couldn’t be, could it?