I was the athletic kid that lived in America,

Spending his eighth grade year in Serbia.

From my time there I’ve learned a lot.

I’ve heard the laughs and cries,

I’ve seen the smiles and tears.

I’ve shed tears of joy and tears of sadness.

I’ve had my moments, and that’s why it’s so hard to let go.

My friends are trapped in the same box however,

From stressing over grades all the way to dancing until our legs go numb at prom, who knew we would have missed all the bad stuff we went through too.

I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter how bad some of the things we went through were, as long as we went through it together.

As long as we had each other.

I’ve driven through the ups and downs,

I’ve crashed through the lefts and rights.

I’ve fallen in love,

I’ve understood hate.

I’ve studied so much I’ve woken up on my desk,

I’ve cared so little I’ve skipped class.

I’ve snuck out,

I’ve confessed my mistakes.

I’ve shared drinks under the stars questioning life,

I’ve looked up to the sun and been thankful.

I’ve done it all.

I’ve done nothing.

Now,

I wish I could go back.

I wish I could go back, not to change anything.

But yet, to re-live the days that now mean so much to me.

I wish that year lasted longer.

I wish we could all reunite.

Too much has changed,

The days have passed.

I hope

My best days

Aren’t just a part of my past.

I hope to hear from everyone when we grow up.

I hope we all live a good life.

I hope they don’t look back and cry as much as I do.

I hope I’ve helped lead them down the right path in life.

I hope they know I miss it all.

I hope to see a heaven with them all.

I wonder how everyone else feels.

I wonder if they wonder about me these days.

I know I’ll never get over it,

None of us will.

I know things will never go back to the way they were.

All I know is that I’m lucky enough to have something so beautiful it hurts to say goodbye to.