11:40 I would go through the motions until my favorite class arrived. A course where I had no intention of meeting the girl of my dreams. Architecture and Design IV with Mr. Lewis; a retired architect and unknown wanderer, he would be so enthralled by tales of his misadventures as a youth that he would turn a blind eye to the wild antics that had become the norm in our classroom. This was a specialized design class with only seven students, five of whom were a pleasure to be around - they really were, but there was one student in particular, who overshadowed them almost every day. This class was like our sanctuary, an eclipse of time every day to be ourselves, lower our shields and take off the artist's makeup, she laughed with me, argued with me, encouraged me and brought me down; every day was a new day to learn more from each other. I learned about her ambitions, her fears, her family, anything and everything she could think of. I listened and held onto every word he said as if there was an upcoming final exam on the subject. I was more than prepared to pass this test with extra credit points. That class was the best ninety minutes of my day, every day. 1.20pm. The last class of the day, Drama II, was the seed of my final downfall, the class I never would have taken, had I known... Even as I write this, tears begin to well up in my eyes. Writing this entire article literally hurts. It's been two years since all of this happened and I've completely moved on, honestly, I've had more relationships, closer friends, and experiences that I would never give back but, reliving this year hurts so much. Not because I still love her, but knowing how much pain that seventeen-year-old ... middle of paper ... was in regardless of her insecurities and desire to see what I said about her, forced her to answer my phone call. We talked for exactly two hours. I explained my story to her, told her everything I could about the happiness and pain she had given me and she cried and laughed at the stories of the past. I opened my heart one last time. And she was so sorry for what a more immature Jade had done to me. We congratulated each other on all our accomplishments so far and said our goodbyes. That phone call did a lot but above all it cleared my head, the storm calmed down and I was calm again. This is not meant to be a fake happy ending, I had no control over his response or my reaction, but. I can't say I'm not happy. Since that phone call I have smiled more than I have in years. I refuse to commit to another girl simply because I'm not healed, just happy.