Shawna
Walking into a house that has had so many memories..so many laughs..so many after school snacks..so many true understandings..to be filled with boxes stacked to the celling..should defiantly be a crime..It hurts to drive home every day to see the garage full of boxes that has bold black letters with our initials on it and underneath them having it say never ending memories..makes me want to cry..I remember everything..the very first day going to the park to play in the sand..or play kickball and not go home till the city light went on and that was our que to go home..but we never wanted to leave each others side..it would take us ten more minutes to walk each other back home because we wanted to make sure we had everything we had talked about finished..or until the next day..waking up extra early to ride our bike through the sprinklers and to get pizza for our picnic..I stare at the phone hoping i catch you before you hit the beach..to tell you everything that is going on..you are the only one that i can tell certain things to..the only one that wants to know everything..and i'm not scared one bit..no more calling each other to meet in the street..but now to see how the weather is..no more walking to the libary..but now to see if the new one out there is better..no more walking straight in the front door and making a salad..but now planing for next summer adventures..but that one week wont cut it..wont make up for the years and years of telling each other everything..our phone bills will be higher cause i cant go a week without you directing me in the right path..the pictures still are framed..like our memories are framed in my mind..and i still wear it around my ankle and with that i will never ever forget you...