Don’t tell me everything is going to be alright because it’s not going to be the same with only photographs to remind me of your smile, with only phone calls and emails and instant messages to get us by until I can fly over and see your blue eyes again; I can barely remember now the way they shine when you find something entertaining, like the time that you and I climbed a tree and I freaked out (you remember that, right?) and was afraid to come down and you stood there with both feet on the ground, smiling up at me and your eyes just sparkled and (this is cliché isn’t it? It’s so cliché) I kind of, sort of, might have lost my breath just a little; but that’s not important, what’s important is that you are leaving me (I don’t mean that in the we were dating and now you don’t want to anymore kind of way, because we never were, that’d be silly, it’d be so silly) for another state, another school, another friend to confide in and share stupid moments in trees with and who will probably be a lot cooler than me; she’ll probably be really artsy and actually be good at it and you’ll probably have a whole lot in common; and then maybe one day you’ll call me up and tell me you miss me because she won’t be your friend anymore she’ll be something more and I won’t be able to say anything at all.
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