He'd seen her around but this had been the first time he heard her name, and it fit her. Down to the Halloween socks in May and the huge binder of writing, and the very loved converses with holes that revealed the orange and black monstrosities. He knew her, without actually knowing her. They passed each other every day in the hallway. They smiled at each other every day until graduation. They had friendship with out words but it ended when they left to start the rest of their lives.
Every now and then he thought of her and her smile, but he only remembered her name half of the time. Then one day while walking to work, the faces surrounded him, and one stood out. The day was windy, and the air cold, the sun was hidden in the clouds. Age had written itself on her face, her hair was longer, but her smile hadn't changed. Life had changed her she held her head high, there were bags under her blue eyes. There were crows feet in the corners, from smiling. And through the holes in her converses he saw Easter Egg socks in September. Some things never change, but life always does. It was the last time he ever saw her, and they never traded words, but he realized they were still friends after all that time.
Years later, again life had taken its tole. A church was filled with his children, and grandchildren, and their children. The friends through out his life sat there too. At the alter sat a black coffin, and flowers. Everyone who had ever loved him was there. When the door opened his family turned to look, at the visitor. They saw an old woman with crows feet, and long white hair. She shuffled to the coffin, with one hand leaning on a cane, in the other was an obituary On one foot was a Halloween sock on the other was an Easter sock.
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