Picking on each other
Going home to tell my parents
Change seats
"I think there's something there"
NO!

The War.
Beep. Honk. Whoops.
"I just wanna stop, we're friends anyway"
Going home crying.

On the phone.
"I killed a bug with a popsicle stick"
Ah, Summer.
Little excuses.

Shool dances.
I didn't realize back then
I'd be so smart.
Our friendship means too much...

"I'll always love you, I'm just scared"
"Me too, I don't know when I won't be, 
Maybe when we get to highschool?
We'll just go with the flow."
Wait and see.

November 5-6, 2007
We talked about everything and nothing.
Always there.
Best friends. Forever.

High school.
I'm still here.
Brother? Lover?
The email is printed out and sitting in the drawer of my
nightstand.
Never forget.
Wait and see?
Still not ready?
I've been waiting.
I love you.