Because I missed you. Because you were my other half. Because you were my home. Because you were my rock. Because you were my bridge. Because you became my safe place. Because you became the only one that mattered to me. Because you pushed and stumbled your way into my life and I didn't want you to leave. Because you did leave. Because I let you. Because I miss you.
Because I remembered you. Because we broke into your parents' alcohol at 3 am just for laughs. Because we blasted all our favorite Hannah Montana at 4 am that same night just so we could sing together. Because we could talk for hours on top of hours without thought. Because we could have the deepest conversations but always end up in tears of laughter. Because three years later, I remember you.
Because I saw you. Because you're still in my room, laughing at something I wrote in my journal. Because you're still in my dining room, eating dinner with me and my mom. Because you're still at my school, walking with me everywhere just because. Because you're still at all the football games, making me snort out my food with laughter. Because you're still everywhere I go. Because I still see you.
Because I smelled you. Because I still have your old hoodies in my dresser. Because even after three years, you smell never left my room. Because terrible old spice and vanilla are impossible to get rid of. Because maybe I don't want it to be gone. Because maybe you still smell like that.
Because my mom asked about you. Because she wants you back. Because she wants her daughter happy again. Because she wants to help fix this. Because even after three years, she thinks you'll come back. Because she has hope. Because she knows we couldn't have ended like this. Because we lived side-by-side for 4 years. Because she continues to ask about you until you come back to us.
Because I needed you. Because I was bullied and unhappy until I met you. Because I was depressed until I met you. Because I didn't have a voice until I met you. Because I didn't realize I mattered until I met you. Because I didn't believe in myself until I met you. Because I didn't think I could truly be happy until I met you. Because I continue to need you now.
Because I wanted you. Because I wanted you there when I graduated. Because I wanted you there when I got married. Because I wanted you there when I had kids. Because I wanted you there when they started school. Because I wanted to live life with you, side-by-side. Because I wanted to experience life with you. Because I wanted to grow old with you. Because I wanted you to be there like you always used to be. Because even now, I want you here.
Because I liked you. Because you were my quirky math friend. Because you were my loud neighbor. Because you were my study buddy. Because you were co-babysitter. Because you were my lunch complainer. Because you were my late night talker. Because at first, you were only a friend. Because how could I not like you?
Because I talked to you. Because I had your number on speed dial. Because I walked next door every day to see you. Because I called Kelen "mom" too. Because you were my second family. Because you eventually became my first. Because I never went anywhere without you. Because I never wanted to. Because I only wanted to talk to you.
Because you mattered to me. Because you made me laugh like no one else could. Because you danced with me and never stopped. Because you stole me away from the real world. Because you never took advantage of me. Because your eyes sparkled when you spoke about that new band no one else seemed to like, and the Olympic games because you claimed they were the greatest thing. Because you were passionate about giving rights to everyone. Because you stuck up for the bullied. Because you gave any and everything kindness. Because you taught me what it meant to be kind. Because you will always matter to me.
Because I loved you. Because I missed you. Because I remembered you. Because I saw you. Because I smelled you. Because my mom asked about you. Because I needed you. Because I wanted you. Because I liked you. Because I talked to you. Because you mattered to me.
13 October 2017
//songs listened to writing this chapter//
Start A Riot- BANNERS
The Kids Aren't Alright- Fall Out Boy
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