It all started when we were in first grade. Cam broke her arm, which put her in a sling during our school's annual talent show. Being in first grade, we all had to participate in the song and dance that was assigned to our class. Being the shortest two in class, we were placed next to each other for the performance. During the butterfly part, I was watching her and how she could only go up part of the way before she had to bring her arm back down. The first little time of the butterflies passed and then came the next; I reached my right hand over to her, she being on my right, we made a perfect butterfly.
As time passed and we grew older, the butterflies came back every so often. In fifth grade we were practically dating; holding hands and reminiscing. We were happy and nothing came between us. The two of us shared everything from clothing to food to erasers (which was a big deal because that was when the food-shaped erasers were first coming out and everyone was super possessive of their own). Throughout third to fifth grade we were basically living together, we were inseparable.
I guess it changed when we were each told we'd both be moving schools the next year. We crammed in as much as we could, making makeshift photo albums that we both still have. Sometimes I look back through it and wish we would've slowed down and taken time to just be together. After sixth grade we grew more apart. Meeting up again toward the end of eighth grade when we found out we'd be going to the same high school. During that summer and freshman year we became close again, but our relationship was different. It's not how we looked at each other or how we were together but how we acted, especially in public. We stood apart, making sure we weren't too close together while we were walking or standing together. We were the same just repressed. We barely talk anymore. She's at birding school in a different state where she's not allowed to talk to her friends so apart from a few minutes here and there we haven't talked in about three years. I've tried writing her but I think her parents throw away my letters.
I can't help but wonder what it would be like if we wouldn't have moved apart from each other. Would I be the reason of her broken glasses? Would we continue to be a prefect butterfly? Would we become like sisters, best friends, or lovers?
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De TodoA story of my life up until now, or when "now" is when I finish writing this. Disclaimer: everything in this is 100% true. This story won't be a "family friendly" thing. I'm going to cover very real things that may be triggering. This goes from wh...
