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It is one sunny Sunday morning – a good time to clean up the attic.  Not a very exciting thing to do, but at least it’s something to do.  To set the mood, Jade puts on Leann Rimes on her player, and listens to “The Heart Never Forgets.”  Seems like a perfect song to start the chore.

There’s really nothing much to clean up as she does this every month.  It’s just a matter of dusting and sweeping, and things will be in order. So, with her broom and rags, she climbs up and starts humming.

Her attention is drawn to a little old box in the corner.  My box of memories, she says.  It is a little dusty from just lying around there for about 30 days, but she is a bit excited to open it, and she does, too.  What does she find?  Her old high school diary and some old pictures.  Not like the song, but the feeling they bring is the same.

She allows herself to sit in the corner and turn to the first page.  Ah, high school. I sure haven’t forgotten about that.

Page per page, she drowns herself, until she reaches the part when she first fell in love.  It is an odd and familiar feeling, yet she isn’t so sure if it’s right.  Maybe the heart really never forgets, she thinks.

She wonders where Paul is right now.  Is he happy in the arms of another?  Is he doing just fine?  Jade knows that she is happy with Blaise right now.  Maybe it’s about time to let the past go.  It’s been 10 years since high school.

She takes the journal, whispers something to it.  “Memories will always be a part of me, but I think it’s time to let go.”

She watches the each leaf of remembrance ashen as she throws each page to the flame.   She stares as the smiling faces fade to dust.  Gone, but never forgotten.  She watches the smoke of reminiscence flow with the breeze.  A symbolic death of what was and a rebirth of what is.

Jade moves to the next chapter of her life – Blaise – her now…her forever.