14
I guess I sort of knew it would happen this way. I always knew that one day I would have to give it all up. No one goes through life logically thinking that they will always be with the same people. The friends I had in first grade should not last 14 years....
Yet here we were, fourteen years after we met: sitting in a bbq resteraunt talking about how things had changed. Talking about a time when 3 dollars for lunch at Annunciation meant you were the top dog and how pizza day was amazing...how we never really fit in with our classmates..how we were always too cool for them.
I didnt expect to not know when I'd see him again. I couldnt even watch him pull out of the driveway. I knew it was too much to handle. I walked into my room and picked up my phone. But he is the one that I call during this time! So what do I do? It occured to me that I didnt really have anybody to call.
So, fourteen years after I met that goofy red headed kid...as I am a month away from starting my life over...I said bye to him AGAIN. It's become a nasty habit of ours. Much harder the second time around. The first time I could blame my parents. This time, it's all my fault.
And Im crying again. Wondering why we get close to people when we know that eventually we'll have to say goodbye and let them go.
Yet here we were, fourteen years after we met: sitting in a bbq resteraunt talking about how things had changed. Talking about a time when 3 dollars for lunch at Annunciation meant you were the top dog and how pizza day was amazing...how we never really fit in with our classmates..how we were always too cool for them.
I didnt expect to not know when I'd see him again. I couldnt even watch him pull out of the driveway. I knew it was too much to handle. I walked into my room and picked up my phone. But he is the one that I call during this time! So what do I do? It occured to me that I didnt really have anybody to call.
So, fourteen years after I met that goofy red headed kid...as I am a month away from starting my life over...I said bye to him AGAIN. It's become a nasty habit of ours. Much harder the second time around. The first time I could blame my parents. This time, it's all my fault.
And Im crying again. Wondering why we get close to people when we know that eventually we'll have to say goodbye and let them go.