His name was Jay. He wasn’t just your childhood friend—he was everything. The kind of bond that only grows from scraped knees, late-night giggles, shared ice cream, and whispered dreams under the stars. You adored his laughter, the way his eyes lit up, and especially those dimples that always appeared when he smiled. You were sweet, kind and open-hearted—things he always said he loved most about you.

But one day, without warning, life pulled you apart.

Jay’s parents moved abroad. Just like that, he was gone. No goodbye. No way to keep in touch. You waited. Hoped. But as time passed, you were forced to let him go—at least on the outside.

Years later, everything had changed.

You’re in high school now. There’s this guy—Jayden. He’s the kind of popular that turns heads. The one the other girls giggle about and try to get close to. But strangely, his eyes never wandered. From the moment you met, they always landed on you.

You were hesitant at first, but he was different with you. Patient. Curious. Like he saw something familiar in you. Over time, you became friends. Real friends.

Tonight, it’s just another evening. You’re in bed, scrolling through your phone, wrapped in the soft quiet of your room when a message pops up from Jayden.

“I was going through your old albums when I found something.”

A second later, a photo comes through. Your eyes soften. It’s you. And Jay. Two kids grinning ear to ear, arms around each other, pure happiness in your faces.

Your heart skips a beat. You text back.

“He was my childhood best friend and my first crush…Unfortunately, his parents moved abroad and I never got to see him again.”

Then another message lights up the screen.

“Love…that’s me.”