the story of you

The Beginning Of The End

It was around finals week in school and everything felt so weird. Did I mention it was the last in school finals I was ever going to take in my life? yeah. Everyone was lost in a way, but we were trying to make the best of it, making memories during our last few days and such. It's true what they say about graduating, it's bittersweet, and this is coming from someone who still hates her school with a burning passion to this day. I knew things were gonna change, friends I was used to seeing on the daily we're gonna leave and I knew my fate was ending up studying in a local college I was ensured acceptance to, so I was trying to make the best out of the situation.

As I went back home intending to study for my finals my head kept replaying scenes of you and I. The small stuff, like when I'm having a bad day and you notice, or when I walk in late to history class and you help me hide my coffee, or when we share our airpods in english class and no matter how many times we get screamed at, we never take them off because the beauty of sharing songs is way too intimate to us. I was feeling mixed emotions. You were always the type to keep your shit to yourself, making everything simple sound so secretive, and so I was a bit anxious not knowing what college you had your mind set to, let alone what you applied to. I respect your privacy of course, but I couldn't help but want to know. Every time I asked you seemed to give me some sort of vague answer, so I wouldn't ask again.

Fast forward to the very last day of school; everything felt so.. unusual, is probably the best way to describe it. It was unreal, in a way. We started off our first class like it was a normal Thursday, but I was ridden with anxiety. As the day went by, no matter how overwhelming everything felt, I couldn't shed a single tear, amongst the crowd of crying students I looked almost as if I had my shit together. Then came the very last class of our very last school day, we had to say goodbye to a teacher that genuinely means the world to me. Now i'm not the type to idolize my teachers, not at all. But she was different. This woman taught me so much and watched me grow from the immature, irresponsible jackass I was to a more mature, a little more responsible jackass I am today. Once we had to say goodbye to her I couldn't hold it together. It was the last minute of school and I spiraled out of control, like never before. My friends rushed to comfort me as I covered my face is embarrassment, yeah I have some issues with showing emotions. Anyways, I made my way up to my locker to grab my stuff, and as I did, you saw me. Out of everyone I said goodbye to that day, people that were literally leaving to go study abroad that same day, our hug made me feel so much, as if I was holding onto you even though we literally had the whole summer ahead of us and were most probably going to end up studying in the same region. I'll never forget what you said to me as you held me super tight; "Thank you for making my high school experience the best". It was then I could only mutter back the reply; "I love you so much", and that genuinely came from the deepest part in my heart, I've never told anyone I loved them with that much meaning or intent.