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Y/n~ Your name

I was there every time Forrest had to run from his tormentors. I was there when he went to college to play football, and when he went on to be an All-American. I watched for him on the television when he got to meet president Kennedy, and laughed at my friend when all he said to the president was that he needed to pee. I was standing with Forrest as we witnessed colored students walk into the University of Alabama for the first time. I cried for him when he went off to Vietnam, and I made sure to read and respond to every one of his letters sent to me. But I wasn't there when he got on the school bus for the first time; when he met the woman he loved, Jenny.
I was there to watch him be awarded the medal of honor, and I spent the day sightseeing with him, the man I had fallen hopelessly in love with. I was with him when he got caught up in the Vietnam war protest the same day he got that medal. I saw how his eyes lit up when he saw Jenny in the crowd, how he rushed out to embrace her. I saw him give her his medal of honor.
I watched for him on the television again when he went to China to play ping-pong, and went with him when he met President Nixon. He let me stay in his hotel room with him , and we both witnessed the Watergate scandal, though neither of us knew that at the time. He let me curl up with him that night, as the hotel's air conditioning wasn't working correctly. For that night I could pretend that he loved me as much as I loved him, but deep down I knew he was only doing this because we were both cold. I knew deep down that he still loved Jenny, not me.
I was even there when Forrest bought his first shrimping boat, and I was the one to cheer him up when we didn't catch much at first. I was proud to be his first mate, even though I was a girl (Lt. Dan never made a promise to be Forrest's first mate, they are still friends, however). I stayed with Forrest when hurricane Carmen hit, and he held me when I was scared; though I knew that he only did that because he knew I was afraid of storms. I hung around to shrimp with Forrest when our boat was the only one to make it through the natural disaster, and became a proud co-founder of the Bubba-Gump shrimp Company, though I profusely refused putting my name in the company's now-famous title. Through all of that shrimp, however, I can still feel the sharp pain when he named all of his boats "Jenny".
I was with Forrest when his mother died, and I stayed in his house with him until Jenny showed up. I overheard him confirm what I had already figured out, I heard him tell Jenny that he loved her. I stuck around until that night, when I packed a bag and left on my own. I wasn't there to hear how Forrest cried when he saw that the two women in his life were gone. He'd always been used to Jenny leaving him, but he had always relied on you being there for him. It was then when he first doubted which of you he truly did love, and not for the last time.
I saw him running on television, but I was too wrapped up in my own life to join him, even though I always yearned to. I had to take up two jobs to support myself now, and it made my time tight. I wished that I had told the shrimping company where to send my checks to now, but I don't want Forrest to find me. I'm too afraid of falling too deeply in love again, just to break my heart again.
I didn't know that Forrest had found Jenny, and his son, until an old friend contacted me and told me that she had moved in a few doors down from them. I knew that I should leave the happy couple be, but my heart beat out my brain and I went to visit them within days as they were only a town or two over. I quit my jobs, moved back into Greensboro, Alabama, and started to receive my royalty checks again. It was torture being so close to him, watching him marry another woman, watching him have the perfect family, without me. But I couldn't bear to live any longer without him.
After being there through seemingly all of his life, it would make sense for me to be here with him now, when another woman in his life left him. When Jenny skipped town, leaving Forrest, and little Forrest, behind. She had tried to fake her death, but I had overheard her planning one day, and after confronting her about it she left. She left only a note on the fridge, reading,

" Don't come looking for me, Forrest. It wasn't working out for either of us, this is for the best. Take care of our son for me.
Your Friend, Jenny".

I was the one who had to comfort both Forrests when they noticed her absence, breaking the news to Forrest and watching as he tried not to cry in front of his son, and explaining to little Forrest that his mother went on a long vacation and that she wouldn't be back for a while, before putting the young boy to bed. I went back to my room, sitting on my bed and putting my head in my hands. 'What's going to happen now?' I thought, 'will Forrest kick me out?'
"You know," said a voice from the doorway, startling me before my brain registered whose voice it was.
"Forrest?" I said, looking up to see him leaning on the door-frame looking very attractive might I add.
"My Mama said the same thing to me, explainin' why my Daddy wasn't ever 'round." He finished his thought, his beautiful orbs staring into my own. "Actually Y/n, you remind me a lot of my Mama. But you've got something different about you, you sure are a lot prettier than my Mama. Not that my Mama wasn't pretty, but you're just not the same kind of pretty."
'It's cute when he starts rambling' Interrupted my brain. 'Shut up brain, this could be important,' I argued with myself.
"I mean you were always there for me, like Mama always had been. But you ain't just like her. Like, I wouldn't want to kiss my Mama like I do you right now." Then his eyes grew wide. "Did I, did I just say that last part out loud?" He asked, sounding a bit frightened.
"Yes, you did Forrest," I answered slowly, standing up partly because of shock. "But that would be a good thing."
"Why?" He asked, confused and clueless as ever. It was adorable.
"Because I'd like to kiss you too." I can't believe that I just said that. I looked at my socks as if they were the most interesting thing in the world, my face a shade of red that would put a tomato to shame.
"Good," said Forrest, walking over and tilting my chin up and placing a gentle kiss upon my lips. I didn't waste time, kissing him back without skipping a beat. He pulled back too quickly for my liking, as I could've stayed like that forever. But it was worth it too hear him say those four words that I've been longing to hear for way too many years.
"I love you, Y/n."
"I love you too, Forrest."