We had a friendship , one of those where you can't say cheese things , one of those in which we dont talk about our lifes , but about everyone else , as if we were trying to avoid ourselfs , one of those in which if you had a feeling , it would die with you.
It was amazing how I wanted to go to school just to forget about everything and talk to them , how wonderful, it was to not know during all the time that i was with him , that i would probably eat the same thing i had for breakfast . I wasn't thinking about my life , but I wasn't happy either , I just entered a trance and during that time I didn't look towards my true self. Our friendship based in jokes , meaningless .It was all i had in the place that I never wanted to be in , but I know he didn't thought the same.
But I won't be able to say how much i apreciated that friendship , because he (even I) would've thought it was cheese.He changed high school it makes me sad to know that i will never see him again , but i can't say.
So the last day , the last time i saw him i wanted to say so much , but I only said in a playful tone: ¨Now you are someone else's problem¨ he smiled and behind my words I told him how much i loved him and how much he meant for me . But he doesn't know.
