I'm Sad.
Why?
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The boy was at the girl's house now. They were a bit older, and that was bothering the girl greatly.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, as she was more silent than usual.

"I just wish...that we couldn't forget."

"Why's that? You would never be able to move on, from a death or a person that hurt you. That pain would always be there, haunting your heart."

"I mean...I don't want to forget all the good memories, all the happy times. And now that I'm growing older, they seem to be slipping through my fingers faster," she said, her voice watery.

The boy pulled open her closet door, and pulled out a cardboard box. Old school notebooks and binders were stuffed in there, their doodle-covered pages long forgotten.

He picked up one labeled, 'Third Grade' and placed it on her lap. Inside were written notes, but then some pages in the back had scribbles and doodles of forgotten thoughts and dreams.

The girl read one aloud.

"October 12th, 2005. Today was very boring, except for the fact that I get to go to Alex's house after school! His mom always makes the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."

The boy-Alex-laughed until he cried, and took the notebook.
"You really did like my mom's sandwiches."

She rolled her eyes, and flipped the notebook to the next page.

"October 16th, 2005..."
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