the story of you

Timeless Momentum (On My Wall)

As the rush of graduation day died down, we still had to attend school another month. With that out of the way, everyone was ready to focus on the one thing left that mattered: making memories. My friends began noticing you and I's close bond, and they each held us alone to tell us how what we had was special and we should hold onto it, and I can't lie, it made me smile. I'm not a delusional person, and the last thing I am is naive, and yet I still do believe there was something going on between us. You treated me different.

One day by gods will something tragic happened in your family, we were all there for you, of course. I couldn't help but cry at the thought of your pain, which felt selfish, in a way? I don't know. Anyhow, a few days passed and it seems as so you began to heal. I presented my travel project and you were my biggest supporter, as usual. We had a project that same day and had to grab a couple stuff from the art store, we didn't expect you to but came with. Apparently you were okay because "you were just working on a drawing anyway". You were feeling better at the end of the day, which meant everything to me. When we dropped off my other friend and it was just you and I in the car, you told me you had a surprise in the works for me, and got upset at yourself when you spilled, but you were too excited to hide it. Me being my overly curious self kept pleading for answers that you kept dodging, and so I stopped asking and waited, just like you instructed.

Two days passed and I kept the surprise thing in the back of my head, not asking many questions so I won't bother you. One day in school we had separate first periods and I hadn't seen you that morning. I walked to my locker with two of my friends and we were laughing and joking around. As I went in to grab my laptop, I saw a purple unfamiliar A3 paper in my locker, I took it out, only to see "Currents" by Tame Impala's album cover drawn on the paper and my heart skipped a beat. I thought it was some kind of mistake, but I turned the paper around to see your name on it, dedicating it to me, and the date of when you started making it, which matched up with the date of the day you went out with us for the project and cheered up, and I teared up. The most beautiful drawing I'd ever seen, even more beautiful for it was graced by your hands. My friends watched over my shoulder and, to say the least, some found it super cute while our closer friends might've felt a hint of jealousy in a way. Nonetheless, I walked downstairs to find you, you saw me with teary eyes, and I came in to give you the biggest hug. As usual, even when you've done such a meaningful act, you liked acting like you didn't care, but your actions spoke louder than your words ever could, and I appreciated that because I understood it. I went back home to hang your drawing up on my wall, to this day it's the best gift I've ever received.