Summer was the key. They key to moving forward, whether with a car or mentally forgetting about someone.
I had not heard from her in about two weeks, which marked the longest period I've ever gone without talking to her since I got my phone.
It felt freeing not having to worry about her all the time. I had the emotional capacity to worry about other things.
If anything, I was even mad at her. She didn't seem to want to see me. I'd ask if she wanted to hang out, but her response was usually: "sorry I can't today."
Forget about her. I don't need her.
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So days went on and on, and before I knew it, I was able to get my permit.
Driving scared me. The fact that countless numbers teenagers fall to the hands of those motor vehicles frightened me.
People were so excited to drive, but were they really ready to take on the challenge?
And before I knew it, my sister's hand-stitched calendar read July.
Her trip to Europe finally ended, but it felt rushed by her next trip.
She sent me a couple breathtaking pictures of her trip, but it wasn't the same as her trip to Central America.
We used to talk just about every day, but now...
Nothing anymore.
We barely spoke even a minute. Maybe once a week, we would exchange a quick "hello" and a "what's up?" but that's just about as far as we got.
And I felt something was wrong.
My summer was missing something.
As she was traveling the world and seeing new places and meeting new people, I was stuck at home day after day.
Well at least I had an exciting summer last summer.
Worst of all, I didn't have her to fall back on. I was still upset with her, but the anger was receding.
Now, all I wanted was for our friendship to go back to normal. To be the way it was before I even liked her.
Some nights, I preferred not to even talk to her. I had lost my desire, and she had lost her luster.
On some other nights, I sat in my white office chair alone and thought.
What had happened to us?
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the sky is blue
RomanceIt was her. She did this to me, yet it wasn't her fault. She was being her, and I was being me. The grass was green. The sky was blue. Everything seemed normal. ~copyright @Writer_By_Life (all rights reserved)~ ~style intended~ (unedited and u...
