I Waited For You

We met over a broken pencil and a sharpener.
Two quiet kids sitting by the window, drawing dreams on lined paper.

She was my first best friend. My inspiration. My world.
We promised we'd never drift apart.

But time changed us.
New classes, new friends... and eventually, silence.

Still, I waited.

Through every faded hello and every moment I felt invisible,
I stayed-hoping she'd turn back. Hoping I still mattered.

This is based on my childhood memories i spent with her and how did we became untouched even when we faced each other everyday but still not a word.
A story of memories, growing up, and holding on to the past a little too long.

How long should I hold on the Thread... I don't want to let go...