was the first thing I thought when my favorite girl in the whole world said she was going straight to high school and skipping the eight grade. Then, after she told me the...well...good news...kinda, she told me that she has lots of work to do before school starts...that means no more hanging out...no more holding hands...no more her...until school where I'll see her after school sometimes and rarely in the middle division. Now she told me this while I was at my dad's work. On my way to my dad's work, I see a big flock of birds all flying in one direction. And about three feet away from all those birds was one little bird...trying as hard as he could to catch up and not get left behind. Now this was before the big news, but now I feel like that one bird...trying as hard as I can to not get left behind...to not be forgotten...you don't need a fortune teller to tell me that she's going to make a bunch of new friends as a freshman...and sooner or later...probably sooner...I will get left behind...only to be remembered as...or not to be remembered. Well, it was great while it lasted. I hope she makes tons of new friends in ninth grade. I'm going to miss her...more than she knows. So, I guess this is it. Wish me luck...if anyone's still reading this. Um.....yeah......bye.
Why do I still love her?
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friends? Not as such. She's working on it.
ReplyDeleteAnd you will be remembered, at least by her... always. cross my heart.