It is strange how life moves in cycles.

As close as we were as children, I was forced to move on in my teenage years. I rarely thought of Jason during High School and I had not though of him at all for a long time.

I’m not sure I would have ever though of Jason if it hadn’t been for the accident. As I lay in the hospital bed watching the days go by, he entered my mind the way a cat silently creeps into a room and sits beside you. It’s chilling and comforting at the same time.

A week later I was still unable to shake the thought. One of the nurses let me borrow a laptop and I started my search. I didn’t know why, but I had to find Jason. It took a long time surching the Internet, but time was one thing I had plenty of. What I didn’t have were answers. Why did I need to find Jason?

My heart raced in anticipation as he crossed the cafe.