If all of the words I try to write down on this piece of paper

that could tell the story of my life and your life would fit

I would make sure I remember how it actually went

because I’m not quite sure, I must admit.

The fondest memory I have of you is related to the feel of lockers

because you’re aggressive and my face always ended up hitting metal.

However, once we got past the whole locker phase, we changed completely.

It was like we stopped talking, but the silence seemed to keep us in good fettle.

One of the first times you cried in front of me was during ninth period math,

and although you were sad, I was happy because someone trusted me enough

to hold the story of what caused their outbreak, and why they chose me.

Those times were some of the worst of our years, but you were always tough.

I never believed in myself or my work, but now I pursue my dreams because

some girl in The Walking Dead hat told me my stories were “dramatic but good”

Everyday you would wind up asking me if I wrote a new story yet or finished the last

and my answer of “no, it takes a while to finish”  annoyed you like it always would.

Life moved on and so did the impending doom of our high school careers.

We only had lunch together freshman year, and I wasn’t really nice to you

because I had been influenced by another person to degrade you without reason.

There was no good reason to do what I did, and I’m sorry for what you’ve been through.

Time flies and so do the fists of troubled teenagers trying to understand emotions.

What you had taught me was that people could hurt you, no matter how close

and just when you thought someone was your friend, they don’t even remember you.

We both agreed that if a happy life were a pill we would need a daily dose.

I cannot relay all of the thoughts you’ve given me from these past four years

that make me want to smack you and say, “Katie, don’t worry, there is no end.”

We have shared the second most important thing that people should have

which are inside jokes, and that’s how you’re my seasonal best friend.