A Piece of Me

Journalists Lie

I wrote in our high school journalism senior magazine that "When I look back on my high school years, I'll remember going to the homecoming game with my best friend and meeting my future companion". 

Well, I'm no longer best friends with that person and my "companion" turned into an abusive jerk that stole what was left of my innocence. 

What's crazy is that even when she was still my best friend and he was still my boyfriend, I didn't think of them when I thought of high school...

I thought of you. 

I still do.