Well, today I thought I would post an old snippet I wrote. It’s short, but I thought you guys would enjoy it.

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Everything was overgrown. 

The treehouse I used to play in as a child stood before me. Mom told me not to come back, but I had to. I had to see it one last time. 

This is where I had most of my firsts. My first playdate, my first birthday party, my first kiss. I basically grew up in this treehouse. Everything special happened here, in this old, rotting treehouse. 

I climbed up the ladder and stepped inside, careful not to step on the rotted wood. She promised she’d meet me here. To say goodbye. 

I heard a squeak behind me. 

“Chris?”

I turned and saw her standing in the doorway, her soft brown hair falling down her shoulders. Her bright, blue eyes stared at me. She was beautiful. As beautiful as I remember. 

I smiled. “Hi, Ava.” 

She stared at me, her eyes searching. I looked down at my military uniform.

“You’re really doing it?” She asked slowly walking over to me. 

I nodded. “I’m being shipped out tomorrow.”

Without warning, she was suddenly in my arms, her arms wrapping around my neck. I hugged her back, not willing to let go of her. 

“I’m going to miss you.” She whispered, pulling back to look at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

I gently wiped them away with my thumb. “I’m going to miss you too.” I leaned in and kissed her. 

We stood there, in that old, overgrown treehouse, for as long as we could. 

This is where I had all my firsts. And it will be where I have all my lasts.