Don't Forget Me

I couldn't believe that I had left it so long before returning.

I wonder if Sam had a boyfriend now? If she was still dancing?

I guess I would soon find out.

I headed towards the café that me and Sam used to hang out at.

As I walked past the window. I noticed Sam sat at one of the tables. She was skinnier than I remembered and her hair was longer to, but I could never mistake her.

When I left, it was hard for me. Whenever I rang or skyped Sam, I could hear the pain in her voice.

My friends advised me that I should cut all ties and move on with my life so that she could move on with hers.

I tried, I honestly tried, but it was too hard, so here I am.

As I approached Sam's table, I looked her straight in the eyes "Sam is that you?"

I could see it in her eyes, she recognised me but wasn't sure.

"Yes, im Sam, do I know you?" she asked, still with the questioning look in her eyes.

I realised I should be straight to the point.

"I should hope so, you dated me" I reply, not being able to help but chuckle at this.

I suddenly saw everything click into place for her.

She grabbed her stuff and ran out of the door, not saying anything to me.