Reminiscing.

This is the last chapter to this little story.

This will sound awfully emo of me, but whenever I think about the times we’ve had together, I cry. When you sit by me on the bus – which is rare, nowadays, and you only stay for a minute or two – I sometimes feel tears pricking at my eyes. The other day when you cancelled our weekend plans I felt like sobbing like a typical angst-y teenage girl. In a way, it was a bittersweet moment: we were laughing like we used to – and it felt euphoric – while at the same time I knew this would be an atypical event. And then I went back to my iPod and you went back to your new popular friends. I wonder if this is how it’ll be for now on. The term “drifting apart” is so common to me, yet it feels like every single second away from you is ripping my heart apart. I really, really like you, you know – more than a “friend” should. I hope that one day we could give “us” a shot, even though we’re practically sisters. You’re into incest, though, so I think it’d be a dream-come-true for both of us.

Well, at least it would for me.