All The Small Things
Don’t you hate it when your best friend becomes “someone I knew” or “an old friend of mine” or even “Oh! I knew the person! We used to be great friends.”
Used to be great friends…Someone that I once knew…
All these past tense really suck when you are talking about someone you used to be so close to.
A once knew a boy named Mike. He lived about five houses up the street from my brothers and I. One day I woke up, got dressed, went outside and there he was. A new character added to my life. I didn’t know it the effect he would have on me.
The beginning of 4th grade (I’m pretty sure) is when he came in my life and up until the summer before I started high school we were best friends.
He left for college at the same time I started high school. Sometimes I’m glad he left when he did. If he didn’t leave than I probably wouldn’t have changed at all. I would have always gone to him for any problem. I would have just used him as a shield for everything high school and life threw at me.
But now everything is completely different and I miss the friend I once had. I try to talk to him and he just gives me this look. A look that says “I’m too good for you”, “I don’t need you.”, “Who are you and why are you talking to me?”. A look that makes me feel like shit. He acts like you act like ALL the shit that we went through together- ALL the times we played basket ball in my backyard and in the alley behind my house; ALL the times we got hot and hungry and walked to the corner store even though I wasn’t allowed to leave the house; ALL the times we hung out with the gang on my porch; ALL the times him and I just chilled on the porch together; ALL the times he laid his head on my shoulder; ALL the times we were just about cuddling and my dad pulled into the curb and he sat up straighter than I don’t even know what; ALL the times we had long, deep conversations about my mommy problems; ALL the times we called each other best friend and he said that no one would ever replace me- didn’t happen.
I’m done with this.
