So where do I begin..
This was not how I had imagined my senior year to be, at least not with the silence that suddenly grew between us. It’s our last year of high school. Yet, we are both choosing to ignore, neglect, and avoid one another. This, this was certainly not in my agenda. I had not planned for this, and consequently now I am struggling-struggling to cope and understand what or even why this is all happening.
I remember the happier days. The endless talks about god knows what. The never-ending phone calls. The inside jokes, along with all the perks of knowing each other’s secrets. In a way, you were more to me than simply just a friend but rather also a mentor, a confidant, and lastly a brother.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m really glad I met you that year sometime ago in a physical education class. You helped me in so many ways, more than I could ever describe. Thank you, for everything.
Last Blog;
Repeat;
I’m more than just a last minute pick-me-up call. I’m more than just an information booth. I’m more than just a chauffeur.
For once, treat me with some decency.
