It was almost four years.
There were enough seats on that school bus, but we shared a seat everyday. You were my cuddle buddy, my shoulder to lean and to cry on. You were always there for me when I needed you. At some point when we barely knew eachother, we tried. But we didn’t work together.
As time went on, we got to know eachother better. It was like finding the missing puzzle piece. We had all the same favorite songs, favorite bands, favorite movies. I took you to the Papa Roach concert that one night, not because you were my best friend, but because I really did feel something for you. You were there at that concert the night my feelings changed for him. You supported me, you make me happy.
I’ll never forget the time we’ve spent together, the days we spent singing Avenged Sevenfold and Killswitch Engage on the bus. Or the fact that even though you originally asked another girl to grad, you still asked me. The fact that after I said no, you didn’t ask anyone else. A part of you will always be here with me on the West Coast, and even though you’re out on the East Coast, somedays it feels as if I’m still going to wake up, get on that school bus and you’ll be there. Even though I graduated, and you graduated a year before I did, it feels like you never left.
I’m just upset you never even try anymore. I thought we had something special.