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Do You Remember? MAG

By Anonymous

June was you by the pool. The day we first met, remember? I thought you were just one of those brawny lifeguard guys – you know the type: pretend to be all sweet, save the little kid from drowning, then go out and get totally hammered at night. I paid no ­attention to you, thought you were one of the heartbreakers, the ones I couldn’t care less about. But you had that smile with the dimples, and you came over just to offer me a watermelon Jolly Rancher. My favorite flavor. How did you know? That’s when I knew you were different.

July. August. After work we’d spread ourselves out on the field and drown in the sun, laugh at all those stupid jokes that aren’t even funny anymore. Why did we laugh so much back then?

Your studio, an explosion of color with your paintings enclosing you like a corral. Sometimes they made me jealous, when you saw them more than you saw me, but I loved them all the same. I loved that one of the beautiful girl with the long black hair, the one who looked so sad, but you wouldn’t say who she was. You’d never say. I’ll never know. So many secrets locked up in that little box of yours. You were fun, but you were serious.

“I want to be painted like that,” I said, because the painting was so beautiful. And you said, “Okay. Let’s do it.”

I still have that painting of me, by the way. You can only see half my face in it. “Why is that?” I asked. You shrugged. Another secret.

September. October. I love October. And you loved it too. When the leaves dance on the sidewalk and twirl through the air, when the world bleeds orange and red, and the air is like your stepmom’s apple crisp. We breathed it in together. We stood on the hill and closed our eyes, stretched our arms and spun around like five-year-olds, forgetting there was a world below. We listened to the wind whisper our names.

October was when we took the train downtown. It was fun that day, I don’t remember why. We skipped school (that was when school didn’t matter) and we rode downtown with your easels and paper and chalk and pencils, and we were going to draw fall. We drew the houses and trees, little kids flying a kite in the park, a mother duck and her ducklings wading through a river, a man asleep on a park bench, a maple leaf crisper than your stepmom’s apple crisp.

And you said, “Fall is a bit sad.”

And I asked why, and you said, “I dunno. It means summer’s over. It’s like ­losing something you can’t have back, like love.”

And I said, “But summer always comes back, doesn’t it?” And you said maybe.

We raked up a pile of leaves with a stick. We made this really big pile, laughing and running around it, losing half the leaves ’cause we’d stuff them in each other’s hair and shirts. We held hands, almost afraid to jump, like little kids taking their first dive into the deep end. One, two, three, go! And we sank into the big orange bed together.

I remember your easel that I carved my initials into. I remember the dimples on your cheeks, the eyes that were always on me. Your worn-out copy of The Great Gatsby that you read to me sometimes, and your plaid red scarf. I have that scarf, by the way. I wish it still smelled like you.

It’s October again, and the leaves are still dancing and the geese are still singing their good-bye song, and the bullfrog doesn’t sing because the pond’s almost frozen over. I wore your scarf yesterday as I rode the train downtown. I crossed the street to the park where we made the bed of leaves, and I tried to remember exactly where it was. And fall feels a little sad this year, like losing love.

I’m waiting to see if the summer comes back.

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Katie-jo said...
on Dec. 14 2011 at 3:58 pm
This story is seriously amazing! It made me laugh and cry, all within a few short paragraphs. I always try to capture the moment when I'm've mastered it!

on Dec. 14 2011 at 2:58 pm
HollywoodHotshot BRONZE, West Chester, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"There is a fine line between fishing and standing at the shore like an idiot." -Steven Wright
"Even a genius can run into doors." -anonomys

I can only really think of one word to sum my feelings up in......WOW!

on Dec. 3 2011 at 10:08 pm
Nora2012 BRONZE, Tenafly, New Jersey
4 articles 13 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
"One who throws mud has no ground."

I love how you go back to what you talked about in the middle of the story. The leaves and October and summer. It comes around full circle. I also love the mystery and wonder in this. I'm left hanging with one question: what happened? I know your heart is broken and symphathize with you. Through your story I really felt your suspense building up the dread and heartbreak. You have talent :D


on Nov. 24 2011 at 11:41 am
garthgirl8888 BRONZE, Long Beach, California
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Good job. I liked it a lot. At the beginning I was afraid it was going to be just another sappy, stupid piece about love, romance, etc., but it wasn't too much like that, so good job.

on Nov. 24 2011 at 10:46 am
JoPepper PLATINUM, Annandale, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"Freedom is the ability to not care what the other person thinks."

"Not all those who wander are lost" --JRR Tolkien

"When you are listening to music it is better to cover your eyes than your ears." --Jose' Bergamin

I could go on and on and on about the things I absolutely loved about this piece but.....the last two sentences were brilliant!!!!! Keep at it!!!! :D <3

on Nov. 23 2011 at 5:38 pm
This is absolutely breathtaking! The imagery, the language, the little snatches of pure brilliance - it simply sucked the breath from my lungs. Your writing is amazing! Don't ever stop :)

on Nov. 23 2011 at 12:02 pm
MarissaWhitecloud SILVER, Oskaloosa, Iowa
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I thought this story was beautiful. I do wish love could come back too.

on Nov. 23 2011 at 10:04 am
countrygirl28 GOLD, Colleyville, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free." -Jim Morrison
"Don't think or judge. Just listen." -Sarah Dessen

Beautiful!!! I could picture the entire story in my mind. Your writing style reminds me of Sarah Dessen's-Wonderful!!

JuneTaz said...
on Nov. 23 2011 at 9:26 am
My eyes were tearing up near the end. I love your figurative language and word choice. They improved the story greatly. I LOVE that last line! The idea of him hiding secrets in paintings was cool too. Totally deserves a spot in the mag!

on Nov. 23 2011 at 12:39 am
TaylorJade BRONZE, Atlanta, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
You're not alive unless you're living.

That. Was. Amazing. (: you did a fantastic job on this story. Really. (: I'm not sure where you got your inspiration on this... maybe experience? Anyway. I could really relate to this. Its pretty much what happened to me. I fell in love... and... now. Fall is different. Instead of waiting for some great change, like the color of the leaves, I'm waiting for my summer to return. So... yeah. Again. Fantastic job. (: you wrote this so perfectly! It was so different! Just... aaaahhhhh! (: I loved it!!!!!!

on Nov. 22 2011 at 3:22 pm
ashleyX13 PLATINUM, Memphis, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
"I've made mistakes; not one regret." Alyssa Nicolson

this was beautiful!! i absolutely love it! great descriptions of color and leaves! 5 stars! :D

on Nov. 16 2011 at 8:57 pm
RanaHewezi1998 SILVER, Ames, Iowa
5 articles 0 photos 63 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I've ended up where I needed to be."
-Douglas Adams

wow so deep! It deserved to be published! Keep it up!

ChantelleK. said...
on Nov. 14 2011 at 3:05 pm
ChantelleK., Toronto, Other
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This is wonderful. I'm glad it got published.*adds to favourites*

I love how you wrote the whole "fall is a bit sad" part, and then how at the end it says "And fall feels a little said this year, like losing love. I'm waiting to see if the summer comes back." I thought that was ace.

on Oct. 31 2011 at 9:27 pm
DreamWeaver BRONZE, Coarsegold, California
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Favorite Quote:
Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.
Jorge Luis Borges

i thought the way the author did it was unique and really had the readers thinking.

on Oct. 31 2011 at 9:25 pm
DreamWeaver BRONZE, Coarsegold, California
3 articles 0 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.
Jorge Luis Borges

I love this article. You did an amazing job!

on Oct. 31 2011 at 3:28 pm
billgamesh11 BRONZE, Grafton, Massachusetts
3 articles 0 photos 278 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It's always darkest before the dawn." ~Florence and the Machine

Oh wow

This was really great!!!

I just want to know, how did you get your inspiration for this story?  Sorry if I sound nosy, it's just that I really want to know how you came up with such a great story!!! Great Job and Keep Writing!!!:):):);)

on Oct. 31 2011 at 1:54 pm
ThePeaceDaisy BRONZE, Albany, New York
4 articles 5 photos 223 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Laundry is the only thing that should be separated by color.” - Unknown
I will change this every week!

I can relate...I lost a friend last year because I told him I liked him, and now we don't talk. But some people might get lucky and their crushes will like them back! Anyways, I love this story!

on Oct. 9 2011 at 8:06 pm
lovemenot PLATINUM, Port Angeles, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"My names Red and Im an alcoholic."~Red, Shark Night 3D

Really good story, the details were great.

on Oct. 9 2011 at 4:13 pm
Rocinante SILVER, Wexford, Pennsylvania
7 articles 1 photo 386 comments
Peacful and kind of reflective, but I can't say I understood it exactly...Why isn't she with him anymore? What exactly happened? It's good though, I liked it.

on Oct. 9 2011 at 2:42 pm
except it lacked all emotions. you made it feel like the girl had no mind or meaning behind her words, that she was just talking to talk.