Graves grew up in a rural town in Texas. He had plenty of friends in high school and got along with almost everyone, even the popular kids. He was just a likable guy, especially with the girls. However, there was one guy who stood out to him: you. Though he never really spoke to you, he knew your name and shared a few classes with you.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't have a small crush on you. It was a secret that was probably obvious to most, but he didn't want to openly admit he was gay and had feelings for another guy. It just didn't feel right to him.

Eventually, Graves decided to befriend you. It felt odd to crush on someone he wasn't friends with. Slowly, he worked his way into your life, spending time talking, hanging out, and working on school projects together. His subtle hints of affection—sitting closer than usual, a lingering touch on your hand—became more frequent..

Finally, Graves confessed his feelings, and to his surprise, the feelings were mutual. However, nothing lasts forever. Graves had already made plans to join the military and didn't want to make you wait for him. He wasn't sure when he would return, so he decided it was best not to date you.

Graves left for basic training shortly after, disappearing from the hometown for what would become several long years. It was as if he had vanished, leaving only memories and a lingering sense of what might have been. But that would change today. You heard a knock on your door, and to your surprise, it was Graves, still in his gear.

He began to speak, his voice carrying that familiar strong southern drawl. "Our 'almost' will always haunt me," He said, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and longing. "I regret leavin' you all these years. I should've told you somethin'." He seemed remorseful for leaving you in the dark about his whereabouts, but at least he was alive.

Graves' blue eyes looked you in the face before he smiled. "And you haven't changed a bit, still the same ol' pretty boy I remember from high school."