The first time I saw you, you were picking your nose with your pinky finger.
You stared at the booger and were happy you finally took it out.
I still remember the splash of satisfaction on your face that day.
We were 6 and I immediately wanted to be your friend.
You told me sure, but that one day I would regret it.
I didn't know what you meant back then, but now I do.
And although you warned me, I had the privilege of being your best friend for a long time when I shouldn't have. I didn't deserve you, but I will never regret being your friend.
The first time I saw you, the sky was a whirl of different colors.
Pink, orange, and blue.
The color blue covered most of the sky.
It was the same color of your eyes.
My favorite color is blue.
YOU ARE READING
When You Are Gone
Short Story(Sequel to When We Were Happy. Spoilers included) It's not good to take things for granted. Especially people. Because you may never know the day that that person leaves your world slanted. "How do you feel?" "I don't."
