offahs
2004-04-16 @ 3:03 p.m.

i miss it. i miss the summer days, making bead bracelets on your porch and selling them to our neighbors. playing with dolls even when we were in 8th grade. your mom bringing us out ginger ale and ice cream cones, things were so easy, so relaxed. i miss how you wanted me to be your best friend, and i never would, but you still called me everyday. i miss that special bond we had, but no more. ive changed, you've changed, we drifted apart, and no longer have interests in common, and my mother cries that were not friends. i say i dont care. i do.

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