It hurts to know that when you die i might still be here. it hurts to know that we wont be skipping to school in the morning like we used to. i cry for that day that i have to morn on top of your grave stone even though it hasnt happend yet.
I cry sometimes because weve been best friends since kindergarten and we have to leave it all soon. i cry for that day when i have to cry in the middle of june.
What will be remembered of us in the end. everyday i hope that it would be..we were always best friends.
