Remember Me?

The most important word in the English language is not love.

It is remember.- Alice C

 

What ever happened to us being best friends? Remember the days when we could sit on my grandma’s swings and talk forever. We were awkward children but never around each other. Steal the flag and football were your favorite, I wasn’t good at them- but you made me think so.

when you got nervous around adults and other girls you would rub your hands together- even though they were already sweaty enough.

remember when we thought we were so funny blowing into our elbows making farting noises? yeah that was funny. we peed our pants laughing.

you didnt need real friends back then- i was enough. when we were suppose to be sleeping we would sneak into the closet under the stairs and play video games. I hated video games- but you loved them.

we played crack the egg on the trampoline. you could always crack me. but you were uncrackable. not fair.

we would help your mom with her laundry because we could do anything together and it would still be fun- even if it was laundry.

those lemonade stands were always a fail. we would get bored and jump on our scooters instead.

when we got older you would tell me about the girls who you wished you had a chance with- except you were too scared to talk to them. you were too scared to talk to any girls... i didnt count.

you would dunk me under the icy water when we went to the lake. i wasnt strong enough to dunk you- but you would let me win.

remember being best friends? nothing mattered. we didnt care about anything.

youre different now. you are confident. you could get any girl in the whole school. you dont talk to me anymore. when people ask me about you I still say we are best friends.. but are we? i miss you and your old self that wasnt worried about what everyone thought. I miss telling you to not be so scared to talk to her- now you know how cool you are. i miss the humble kid. i want him back. i want my best friend back.

the kid who i am friends with right now isnt the same kid that was only funny around me... am i jealous? maybe. but not because im not your only friend anymore- but because the kid who everyone loves is not the kid who i loved.

i still love you the the moon and back- and i know you still love me.... but loving isnt the point. its REMEMBERING.