A Love That Never Ends, chapter 1
this story is told by a girl named Mary...just so u know.
I am crying as I remember this. I know that when you think of someone, it should be happy, but does it ever work out like that?
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It was the warmest day of winter and mid January but most of the snow had melted already. At 6:15 my alarm clock went off. I sent my hand searching for the snooze button. As soon as I hit it, my eyes flew open. Today was the day that I was going to meet up with Adam. Adam is my best friend, I've known him since kindergarden. He lived on the next street, so we decided to meet at the cafe.
I got there at 7:00. He was already sitting there.
"When did you get here?"
"A few minutes ago."
"You ready to go?"
"Yep."
We went snowboarding for about 3 hours. Then we went to the snowhill. We watched little kids going sleding for a bit. When that got boring, we went back to my house. It was 11:30 so we decided to have an early lunch. By the time the pizza got here, it was 12:15.
After lunch we went to Adam's house and listened to some Green Day. We both sang the songs and by 3:00 we had band practice. I was the lead singer and I could play the bass and guitar. Adam was the guitarist, my friend Tim was the drummer, and my friend Tommy was the bassist. We had started the band when we were 10, and so we had been playing for 7 years.
We practiced until 5:00. Adam surprized me with a trip to the mall. We ate dinner there and talked. We spent most of the time at Hot Topic. I bought a few CD's and Adam bough some cool shoelaces.
We got to my hosue at about 7:00. I turned on the tv and saw that our favorite movie was on. We watched that and both fell asleep on the couch.
I woke up and massaged my neck. It was hurting and I didn't remember why until I saw Adam. He looked really peacefull. Too bad I had to ruin it. I stuck my wet finger in his left ear. He woke up quickly. I acted as though I was sleeping, so he thought it was just his imagination. Then he kissed my forehead and went back to sleep. Ok, so I didn't tell you the whole truth, Adam and I have been acting like boyfriend and girlfriend. I'm not sure, if you want to say that we are goin out, that's fine.
I got up and made breakfast for myself. Adam woke up and made his breakfast. My house didn't have the kind of milk he drinks, so he decided to go to the store. He said that he had to run some errands, and that he would be back by band practice.
The rest of the day, until practice, was boring and slow. It felt like I was living in the song Longview.
When 3:00 finally folled around, Adam wasn't there, so I played the guitar parts.
At around 7:00, Adam called. He sounded tired.
"Hello?" I answered my cell phone.
"Hey, Mary?"
"Yes, hi Adam."
"Uh, it's his brother."
"Oh, hi Mike."
"Um, yeah."
"What's wrong?"
"I think you better come over."
"Ok."
Mike hung up. I quickly ran to Adam's house. When I rung the doorbell, Mike answered. He let me in, but he would not tell me why I was over. He then handed me a note. It read:
"Dear All who care.
I am only doing this because I will never have a career anywhere. I love my family, my friends, but I really love Mary. My last request is that you show this to her and show her my box.
Adam"
He had run away. I knew where he was. I was about to leave, but then Mike stopped me.
"He didn't make it to where he was going."
"What do you mean?" I knew the answer, I just couldn't accept it.
"He was in a car accedent, a semi drove through a red light. Adam didn't notice him."
Mike then showed me the box. It has a million things about me in it. He had wrote more songs and poems about just me. I felt like dying.
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At the funeral, they had Green Day playing in the back. I sat in the front row with his family. When it was my turn, I went up there, but then I panicked.
"I wrote a speech, but now it seems like Adam would not want something like that. He would want me to speak from my heart. Be myself. He was the only one who knew the real me. I could run to him with all of my problems. Nothing was stupid to him. Looking back upon my life with him, I realize that all he ever wanted was to have everybody enjoy themselves. Our first concert ever was Green Day, and I remember it clearly. I love him. I can't say loved, because he is still here with me in my heart. That's where he was all the time." When I finished, my last line was, "So if you really want to make Adam happy, don't cry when you think of him, be yourself, and have peace." I was so surprized that I did not shed one tear during the whole thing.
As they lowered the casket and people said their final goodbye's, I requested that they played Good Riddance (Time of Your Life); since it was one of his all time favorite songs. As everyone said their final goodbye's, I remembered that it would never be a final goodbye.
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As I remember this, I am crying. I feel as if I have betrayed him. He wouldn't want me to cry, so whenever you lose someone very dear to you, they never really leave you. Don't cry when you remember them. As Dean Koontz says in his book 'Lightning', "When you cry, it's like pronouncing that they are dead." I don't want Adam to be dead. I still love him.
I am crying as I remember this. I know that when you think of someone, it should be happy, but does it ever work out like that?
**************************************************
It was the warmest day of winter and mid January but most of the snow had melted already. At 6:15 my alarm clock went off. I sent my hand searching for the snooze button. As soon as I hit it, my eyes flew open. Today was the day that I was going to meet up with Adam. Adam is my best friend, I've known him since kindergarden. He lived on the next street, so we decided to meet at the cafe.
I got there at 7:00. He was already sitting there.
"When did you get here?"
"A few minutes ago."
"You ready to go?"
"Yep."
We went snowboarding for about 3 hours. Then we went to the snowhill. We watched little kids going sleding for a bit. When that got boring, we went back to my house. It was 11:30 so we decided to have an early lunch. By the time the pizza got here, it was 12:15.
After lunch we went to Adam's house and listened to some Green Day. We both sang the songs and by 3:00 we had band practice. I was the lead singer and I could play the bass and guitar. Adam was the guitarist, my friend Tim was the drummer, and my friend Tommy was the bassist. We had started the band when we were 10, and so we had been playing for 7 years.
We practiced until 5:00. Adam surprized me with a trip to the mall. We ate dinner there and talked. We spent most of the time at Hot Topic. I bought a few CD's and Adam bough some cool shoelaces.
We got to my hosue at about 7:00. I turned on the tv and saw that our favorite movie was on. We watched that and both fell asleep on the couch.
I woke up and massaged my neck. It was hurting and I didn't remember why until I saw Adam. He looked really peacefull. Too bad I had to ruin it. I stuck my wet finger in his left ear. He woke up quickly. I acted as though I was sleeping, so he thought it was just his imagination. Then he kissed my forehead and went back to sleep. Ok, so I didn't tell you the whole truth, Adam and I have been acting like boyfriend and girlfriend. I'm not sure, if you want to say that we are goin out, that's fine.
I got up and made breakfast for myself. Adam woke up and made his breakfast. My house didn't have the kind of milk he drinks, so he decided to go to the store. He said that he had to run some errands, and that he would be back by band practice.
The rest of the day, until practice, was boring and slow. It felt like I was living in the song Longview.
When 3:00 finally folled around, Adam wasn't there, so I played the guitar parts.
At around 7:00, Adam called. He sounded tired.
"Hello?" I answered my cell phone.
"Hey, Mary?"
"Yes, hi Adam."
"Uh, it's his brother."
"Oh, hi Mike."
"Um, yeah."
"What's wrong?"
"I think you better come over."
"Ok."
Mike hung up. I quickly ran to Adam's house. When I rung the doorbell, Mike answered. He let me in, but he would not tell me why I was over. He then handed me a note. It read:
"Dear All who care.
I am only doing this because I will never have a career anywhere. I love my family, my friends, but I really love Mary. My last request is that you show this to her and show her my box.
Adam"
He had run away. I knew where he was. I was about to leave, but then Mike stopped me.
"He didn't make it to where he was going."
"What do you mean?" I knew the answer, I just couldn't accept it.
"He was in a car accedent, a semi drove through a red light. Adam didn't notice him."
Mike then showed me the box. It has a million things about me in it. He had wrote more songs and poems about just me. I felt like dying.
**************************************************
At the funeral, they had Green Day playing in the back. I sat in the front row with his family. When it was my turn, I went up there, but then I panicked.
"I wrote a speech, but now it seems like Adam would not want something like that. He would want me to speak from my heart. Be myself. He was the only one who knew the real me. I could run to him with all of my problems. Nothing was stupid to him. Looking back upon my life with him, I realize that all he ever wanted was to have everybody enjoy themselves. Our first concert ever was Green Day, and I remember it clearly. I love him. I can't say loved, because he is still here with me in my heart. That's where he was all the time." When I finished, my last line was, "So if you really want to make Adam happy, don't cry when you think of him, be yourself, and have peace." I was so surprized that I did not shed one tear during the whole thing.
As they lowered the casket and people said their final goodbye's, I requested that they played Good Riddance (Time of Your Life); since it was one of his all time favorite songs. As everyone said their final goodbye's, I remembered that it would never be a final goodbye.
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As I remember this, I am crying. I feel as if I have betrayed him. He wouldn't want me to cry, so whenever you lose someone very dear to you, they never really leave you. Don't cry when you remember them. As Dean Koontz says in his book 'Lightning', "When you cry, it's like pronouncing that they are dead." I don't want Adam to be dead. I still love him.
