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Friday, July 16, 2010

never let go.

never say goodbye. Because goodbyes mean forgetting, and forgetting means letting go.
In kindergarten, I had a best friend. She was the best person to me in the entire world [at that age] and we did everything together. We ate ham & cheese sandwiches together, we played at recess together, and we even planted jellybeans and spit at them to make them grow.
We were inseperatable.
At the end of kindergarten, I cried and cried because I wasn’t going to get to see her the whole summer. But she told me not to worry because we’ll be together in first grade.
I believed her.
And before I knew it, it was the first day of school again. I waited by my class with my parents and all the other students, searching for her.
But I couldn’t find her.
Maybe we aren’t in the same class, I thought. So at recess, I searched the whole playground for her. Nothing. I figured out that she didn’t even go to this school anymore. She moved.
Over the years as I grew older, I made new friends and gradually forgot about her. One day, in the fourth grade [I think], I got a phone call. It was her. At first, I asked who is this? She said her name and I didn’t remember her. She then told me I was from her kindergarten. THEN I remembered. We talked for exactly five minutes. Five long awkward minutes. Then I made an excuse and told her I had to go. I felt bad. I didn’t want to talk to her. Why should I anyways? It’s not like we’d see eachother anyways. I quickly forgot about her but this time, completely.
I didn’t need her anymore.
Finally, I graduated from elementary. Hello, middle school. Seventh grade. This is where I met her again. She looked so different. But so did I. Before I knew it, we started talking again and We became friends again. Not best of friends but friends. I liked that.
When our friends move, or go far away from us we tend to promise eachother that we’ll still be close. But before you know it, she’s leading her life and you’re leading yours. And one day when you see eachother again, you’re not as close.
Don’t forget anyone, because you never know when you might see them again.

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