it was our graduation day this week,
the day every high schooler awaits.
it was five in the morning when my phone blared showing your name on the caller id.
i felt so irritated, to the point where i actually contemplated on throwing the phone from my window and into your room.
but when i finally picked it up, all you said was,
"open the window."
i didn't ask any questions when you climbed into my bed that morning with me.
i knew you were nervous, you would always sleep with me whenever something was bothering you ever since we were nine.
i sometimes wonder if you'll still sleep in my bed when i'm not going to be in it anymore?
