This is the very beginning .
We met in kindergarten. I don't remember ever meeting him, he's one of those people who you remember always being around. I can't think of a time he hasn't been in my life . So here we go... (Please ignore any grammatical errors). We were like siblings , always sticking up for one another. It had gotten to the point where I think we were convinced we were actually related . We almost looked alike if you looked at us for too long or not long enough. Then there was second grade . He was told his class had to be switched due to there being too many kids in our class. This made me cry for maybe two days. Why this made me cry ? I'm not sure exactly . I wrote him a note because that's what I was instructed to do . Not just me exactly , the whole class was but not everyone did. That day I could say it felt like my heart was broken . As you can probable tell I get really attached to people. When something that makes me sad happens , I do this odd thing where I shut that person out. I guess it's my way of protecting myself. Come to find out they don't switch his class and everything goes back to normal .
