It has been several years since we been talking to each other.
You would always come over to play with me whenever you had time but sometimes you were busy with school.
I want to know what it feels like to go to 'school'. You would always tell me stories about how your teacher would scold you for not paying attention in class.
About how you told me that you made friends on the first day of school since they had the same interests like you.
About how you once told me that a girl confessed to you but rejected her saying you had someone else you like.
I wondered who you like so that one day I can congratulate you two for being together. Since I know that it wouldn't be me.
At that time I was 13 and you were 12.