2007-06-23
My Best Friend
Sugar and innocance. I remember in the fourth grade where we became best friends, and we did everying together. I remember your birthday party, where I was the first girl to fall asleep. I remember at the end of the year where we were cleaning out our desks, and we were making arts and crafts with our scrap paper that we found.
Loneliness (sp?). In sixth grade I feel out of the loop, missing out of your inside jokes with the other girls. I sat by myself in lunch for a little bit, then migrated over to you and your friends, pretending that I was okay. But in reality, I missed you.
Angst. We both were having our troubles in middle school, taking it out on each other. Maybe you more than me. It was unbearable for me since I already had a burden that I could barely carry.
Gold. Going out seperate ways in high school, we treasured our friendship even more. We tried to spend our free time seeing each other, catching up on what we were missing.
Ignorance. I ignored you, and I'm sorry. I had a rough patch in my life that needed fixing, and the only way for me to do that was to abandon all who were close to me, which included you - especially you. I didn't want to scare you. Don't take it personally. Please forgive me.
Sugar and innocance. And now we can get back to where we started. Things may not be the same as they were when we were younger, but we are growing older. We can preserve our friendship and look not at the past, but toward the future.
Thank you for being my best friend.
what-i-say at 10:08 a.m.