We met like any friends do in the first grade. A typical "say hi on the swing set" beginning. We were inseparable that whole year, and the year after that, and the year after that. In the fourth grade you met other friends, and our group grew from four to twelve. It was great. But you met Violet. Violet was beautiful, and funny, and smart. She had a wonderful smile, and a dog, and she read. Most importantly, she was there, in your class. That was what I didn't have. The closeness, the proximity. I had recess, but I was no Violet. The next year came, and the next, and the next. You hung out outside of school. You spent Halloween together. Our group grew from twelve to twenty, and it continued to grow until it involved nearly the entire grade. You had Violet, and Violet had you. I didn't have you, not anymore. Then, all of a sudden, I didn't have anyone. Not a single text, phone call, reply. I sat at my table, I did my work, I closed my Chromebook, and eventually my eyes. And all over again, on and on, eighteen months I did this. I couldn't live without you. I still can't live without you. It was so long ago.
Now I don't know who you are, or where you are, or what you're doing. How is hockey? Bree and Sydney and Milo and Seer? Talia and Reed and Scully? Your mom and your dad? Do you still take the bus? Do you still talk to our friends? Are you mad? Do you miss me? Do you remember me, even? I post hoping to see you, not some boy or some girl. I want my best friend. I want you to see me, perceive me. Do you think about me how I think about you? Do you think of me? Do you hate me? Do you think I hate you? I could never hate you. I promise you, I need you, Lilly.
YOU ARE READING
Lilly
Short StoryI wanted somebody to read this, but I didn't know who, so I'm putting it here. Whoever sees this is gonna have to tell me whether or not this is shite...and how to reach out.
