It's not that it's awkward, it's just that I'm dating your best friend now.
So my ex and I don't talk much and most everyone knows why. It's not that it's awkward, it's just that I'm dating his best friend whom I am inlove with. Now that I think about it, everything happened like the movies. I guess that's the orgin of movies, fictional or not, but life. Four more weeks and that's it, I'm not a little kid anymore but finally crossing the threshold. A couple of years ago I was so jealous that so many of my friends were able to graduate. It was a hard time because I was dealing with so much sophomoric drama and didn't know where I was left to stand. I thought life was over and what was worse was how I felt I was loosing so many people to the "real world" but I wasn't, I was just left to experience growing up.
I've grown. Grown as a person, friend, daughter, sister, etc. I can't say whether I've grown straight or a lil crooked but I know I've grown and know a lot more, er understand a lot more. Now I know why people prefer single dates as opposed to group dates. I know better music from the not so better music. I understand what it is to love than to never love at all. One time I thought I was in love but it was just something silly. It was puppy love and I never did get to thank that boy who made me cry.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and hold on to the most fulfilling memories and replay them over and over again but I can't. I loved those days when I didn't realize how important my grades actually were, or exacly how stupid it was to go somewhere else with that one boy than the movies and not tell my parents. Ah, ignorance is bliss.
I used to be an angry little girl, so upset for being too young. Now I'm using that as an excuse. "I'm too young to be moving away" and ironically all those friends that left me behind a couple years ago were the same age and I thought they were gods. Hah, maybe I still do. Then things changed, I no longer was angry but sad. So incredibly sad. My world turned upside down and there I was left in this never ending well falling so fast that I had to make up my mind quick, grab the rope and pull myself out or keep falling. Well, you can predict what I did. I grabbed the rope. All by myself I had to pull myself up and mature. I'm not saying it was a bad thing but it would have been nice to have a little longer to decide except that the rope was short.
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