I remember how in first grade
I never knew you even existed.
I remember how in second grade
I found you annoying, despised you,
And tried to find ways to refuse to play with you.
But...you never took it to heart.
I remember how in third grade
I hated my class.
The only good moments that year was when I got to talk to you.
In the hallways, and at lunch.
How I started liking you more.
And how bad I felt for how I treated you the year before.
I remember how excited I was in fourth grade
To find out we were in the same class.
How we became the bestest friends even though we were complete opposites.
How we became the greatest team in the school.
How you would call me everytime I was absent, just to check on me and to give me my homework.
How we bonded more.
And how glad I was to be given another chance with you.
I remember how devastated I was in fifth grade
To find out we were in different classes.
But we'd still talk at breakfast, our gifted literacy class, continental math league, and in the hallways.
How jealous I would become whenever you became close to someone else, as close you were with me.
I remember how on the last day of school, we hugged for what seemed like ever, and would have continued...but our buses were here.
We cried our hearts out. I cried the whole ride home, and the rest of the day.
I was torn apart to know I might not be able to see you ever...again.
I remember how on the first day of sixth grade,
I was really scared to begin a whole new school year and middle school without you.
How we would keep contact on facebook.
How we would let each other know what's going on in our lives every month. And how we would let each other know how much we miss each other's company.
How much I REALLY missed you!
Now I'm beginning seventh grade.
But I just wanted to let you to know...
I still love you.
I still miss you.
I still wish you were with me. I still want you right by my side.
I still want to hear your voice, again.
I mostly wanted you to know that...
I still remember.
