Nice Girls

So,first post and all I want to elaborate on is something someone told me when i was in 6th grade. Yes, such a long time ago, and yet I still find myself going back to it over and over again,it's probably just me being sentimental. Well, in 6th grade we usually had art on Fridays. We had to bring supplies in order to participate. I remembered, a lot of other people did as well. Naturally, others forgot. Among those that forgot was Sebastian. Well, that didn't make me feel too good,so I told him if he needed to borrow anything, anything at all, he could just take it from whatever was on my desk. With a smile he said something that I'll never forget.
"Thanks,Maryannie. You know, there aren't that many nice girls in this class anymore. But you, you're still one of them. You always were."
He went on to point out who else was a nice girl, and who had changed for the worse. I didn't think too much about what he said that day, except for the fact that it was really nice of him to say such a thing, seeing as to he never really said that sort of thing.
After a couple years, I forogot about those words and Sebastian never really said anything similar to that to me. In our final year together as classmates, I remembered it as I was signing his 8th grade year book. I sat there at the desk, while the movie in the classroom played, and I wondered just what I could write down. What was there that I could write that was worth any significance? I didn't want to pen in some generic "It was a fun 8 years, have fun in high school." type of greeting. He was going to a different high school, and I wanted to say something that would help him look back and really remember who I was.
As I thought there, I remembered exactly what it was that made him significant. If there was one thing in my memory that would trigger my image of who he was, it was that. And so, I remembered the time when he told me that, and wondered if he would still remember it too. More importantly, although it bothered me, had I finally changed out of being one of the nice girls? I wanted to know if I had, and I knew that the only person who could anser that question would be him.
So I penned in the memory as best as I could with the space that I had, and at the very bottom asked him a simple question,although I didn't think that he would ever address it:"Do you still consider me one of the nice girls?"
When he signed my yearbook and was giving it back to me, he suddenly jerked it back quickly, saying he had forgotten one thing. After writing again, he handed it to me with a smile and walked off.
He had written me a lengthy one as well, a bit lengthier than some of my best friends actually. He thanked me for always having been there when he needed help or someone to just speak to. And he told me to stay smart, since he was certain that I would be successful in life. But what he had annexed at the bottom surprised me, and is something that is embedded in my brain and makes me smile whenever I remember it.
"P.S I still consider you one of the nice girls."