when we met i was in a stage of my life where i was sarcastic about anything, and you thought it was hilarious. Being one of the popular kids didn't matter for you because we went to different schools, but when we moved on to secondary school it became more of a problem. We'd still always sit together on the stairs down to the cafetaria, but soon they started bullying you too and we decided to just see each other after school. Those two years that i'd known you had been amazing, going ice skating together, go shopping (you were that kind of guy), of course at each others houses, and while you babysat. Finally having a friend that i could really depend on to stay.
But of course that was too much to ask and, to be honest, losing you hurt most of all. Because it meant losing so much more. I lost the group of friends you met and shared with me, lost my balance all over again, falling all the way to the point where i hid behind the lockers, being kept company by tables and chairs the school never used. The girls from primary would've never made me scared enough to do that. But the people, who were down below with me, desperate for a chance to get on ground level, brought more misery than i've ever had. I spent years trying to get over you, my heart not allowing me to hate you, or any of them, sad for them to have become what they were, what they are.
If you'd read this, i'd like you to know that everytime for the rest of my secondary school carreer, every single time i'd spot you in the halls, in the cafetaria, passing by places where we'd hang out, i felt a stabbing pain of loss. You made me feel guilty for doing whatever i did to make you hate me. I like to tell myself i've moved on, but something like this, it never leaves you. I'd like you to know i was always wishing for another chance, hoping you'd resume our friendship, because it was the best i'd had.
So, how about you? Remember me?
