Srawberry bombons were my favourite since then, even if I don't admit that too loudly. It's a silent statement between me and that special bus stop near our old school, such a magical place when it comes to bondings.
I don't even know how to start. I feel too timid writting this already.
I didn't even smile directly at you when we first met at first, but you kept yours always on me, big and brigth, gifting me a single strawberry bombon that came out of nowhere. With each passing day the gift repeated, and I didn't know what that meant at the time really. I just knew it was becoming a custom, like some sort of secret greeting between ourselves that said more than words. It felt nice being a bit spoilt with sweets from a cute stranger.
You stopped being one over time, of course, when I finally had the guts to smile back and start the conversations first.
It felt silly. You were a misterious kid that came out of nowhere that kept showering me in strawberry bombons every single day since we met for this still unknown reason. With the passing seasons you started to save me a spot in the bus stop when I got a bit late from school. It was a very uncommon occurence since I didn't want to miss the oportunity to talk to you, not a chance.
The bombon's wrappings started to accumulate in my music box.
The year was slowly coming to an end.. and then and there, with the very last bombon and a frown in your face, you told me we would not be seeing each other anymore. You were moving from the neighborhood.
I didn't know how to feel correctly, so I just said "we'll keep in touch rigth?" with the most fake smile I ever shared with someone in my life.
I didn't cry when alone in my room. I threw the old wrappings, and kept that very last one you gave me that afternoon. I hugged it to my chest, wondering what was happening and why. Why was this one special.
After all, you never told me why you kept this custom, the bombons, with such easyness. As if it was the most normal thing someone would to out of the blue, and kept doing it for a whole year.
What was it? Why did I felt that weird?
We couldn't keep our promise.
I never saw you again.. and I wish that to change, sometime in my life. Not because of the bombons, but because of you and the smile you get so easily out of me everytime I mention you somewhere, like in here. You earned my trust, my confidence, my little shy smile. I have a soft spot for nice people, and you are one of them.
I want to see you again, to smile from the start like you, and gift you a vainilla bombon just to see your reaction.
Thank you for being my friend. I miss you terribly.
I still have that last bombon wrapping. It still smells like seventh grade.