In 8th grade we both changed. Your hair went past your shoulder blades and was now parted to the left. I got contacts, hoping the change would get you to see me.
It did nothing. 8th grade became the second year of silence. We didn't have any classes together.
We didn't even get the chance to be close before it started to seem like we were drifting apart.
I had only the four minute passing period to see you. You were still friends with the same two loud girls, and you were still quiet.
I wonder if you're quiet because you like silence or if you like talking, but are just a better at listening...
