i once had a friend who is allergic to rice starch, so her family usually washes the rice until the passing water is clear.
i once had a friend who is sensitive to people touching her neck because someone pranked her there.
i once had a friend who loves to push down any folds at any type of fabrics because she used to do this when she was little and it relaxes her.
i once had a friend who gets really scared of dark and would hug anyone near hear just to confirm that she is safe.
i had many types of friend. its, kind of hard, to get in touch with them. growing up and stuff. we met, grew up together, regardless of how long, we did grew up and part ways.
as i grew up, i met many along the ways.
but, to you, my friend, id never forget your words and how you sculpted me into me. i may forget how you look like, or how your name sounds.
but, ill never forget how your relationship with your step father,
how you feel really loved with that boy,
how you tell me that you are a wedlock child and you hated that, you went suicidal,
how you tried to arouse me,
how you tell me that you are scared of the world outside,
how you obsessed with Stitch doll from Lilo and Stich,
how you have numerous crush but you won't ever forget them,
how you treat the teacher nicely but you hated her deep down because of how that woman treats you as a joke,
how happy you are when you are noticed,
how you told me enthusiastically that you'll visit me on my birthday, only for you to forget it,
how we get on each other's nerves each time we talk,
how you stole my book and tried to prank me, but it backfires and we grew apart,
how you lied about you have a brother and you even create a fake memory about him,
how you think that everywhere you go, theres a boy checking you out,
how you always rush into things,
how caring you are until you forget that most people don't care that much about you,
how you thought that im arrogant but when you get to know me, im the biggest crackhead there is,
how we meet,
how we part ways,
how we create memories,
how we had fun,
how we fight,
how we laugh together.
ill never forget that.
i will grow old, i know. i may be senile then, but i promise ill cherish those memories.
i had a friend, we get close, we grew up and grew apart. we may forget names, but i promise the memories will back it up.
i had friends and im content with that.
