It wasn't good, I was not better, and we weren't the best.
For two years, I enjoyed Shaq being with me. My crying shoulder, craving buddy, motivation and my boyfriend. I was an only child and to be treated like a queen by an ancient king stuck in...
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-sydney
i held shaq's hands and looked up to him, hate that he's taller than me. i smiled as a sign of success from everything, and a thank you for his two years being always there by my side. he was there within my very firsts. he was there to be my crying shoulder when i'm on my downs and the person i'll talk to first when i'm on my ups.
i could say he is the best.
"i love you, sydney." yeah, it's been two years yet he's still not comfortable to call me babe or whatever. it sucks to not be called by your bae in an endearing way. but i got used to it though.
"and so i do. so... what are your plans after this?" even before we came to this day, i already know about my plans for my future. i'm going to wyomissing for college and i don't know about him.
"i'll stop school, syd. you know my status." and, oh, yeah. he has two other brothers, both incoming high school students. his father died last year, and his mom's diagnosed with a breast cancer. everything was sensitive within his life, yet i accepted everything.
because i loved him. and i'm still inlove with him. but i don't know about him though.
i was speechless, still. so i knew a hug could comfort shaq. "i think we should step outside, the ceremony might start in seconds." so i gave him one, and with our hands... separate, we stepped outside the room.
we came just in time when the graduation started. today is probably one of my parent's best days, and of course also mine.
and tomorrow is the... oh. i can't promise it will be the best thing. but it can be good. shaq and i had an eye contact before we marched through the red carpet. i smiled but he didn't, then he looked to somewhere else.
