Losing a friend you loved dearly, is almost as heartbreaking

As losing your first ever boyfriend/girlfriend in the seventh grade. As

People think nothing Is changing in the moment for them, they look back and realize

That nothing is the same as it was before. Picking up the red telephone, dangling from

The green smudges on the wall your brother had marked on, you cross your fingers

Hoping it’s a call from them saying they miss you. As you pick it up, you feel out of

Luck when it’s your sweet-eyed grandma wondering if Mom is home. As you

Drag your narrowed feet, painted with polka-a-dots on each toe, you pull out

The scrap book that you guys had made one summer afternoon. You come across the

Page where you glued down the red sucker wrappers you had saved from the candy store

That day. Reminiscing each and one of those memories in the thick, bended pages,

You start to feel a rush of tears drip onto the page. “What happened to us?”, you

Ask yourself. Feelings of eagerness and sadness want to reach the phone to ask

Why, but you will feel like a burden if you do so. As you fall fast asleep from

The endless tears, you wake up from a text message. “I miss you”, it reads. All the

Doubt and loneliness had now started to quickly vanish. You met ways once

And after all.