Lonely Boy

Lonely boy.

Where does your story start?

Where does it end?

I wish I knew the answers to these questions but I don't. What I do know is the in-between of your story. Maybe just the part I got to share with you or that you let me be a part of.

It's been what? A year since we last saw each other, but years since we lost the magic of our friendship? For a long time after our fallout I've thought of what I could have done, should have done, and what I would have done. But like they say 'shoulda, coulda, woulda'.

There's four parts to this story:

Part one, where it all started

Part two, the fall

Part three, a fight to be heard

& Part four, a friend.

Truly, to this day I still wonder about you. The class clown with a heart of gold when deep down you were just, lonely boy.