He drove away, and our love did the same

I wonder if he even thinks about me now

I do, I think about him even though he’s

Four hours away

I know where he lives

But at the same time I don’t

It’s been five years

And he hasn’t asked about me

I suppose I haven’t either

But I have an excuse:

If they don’t want me

Then I don’t want to intrude

But among the small amount of things I remember

I remember his smile

His laugh

How imperfect he was

I remember how people though we were dating

(I was in elementary school at the time)

And how we would yell “No!”

And ignore their unbelieving eyes

I remember when he told me his middle name

His strange middle name

How ironic

My best friend right now doesn’t have one

So maybe it’s fate that he left

That he moved away from me

If it’s fate, then why did it let me cry

Why did it let me feel pain

Well, I don’t have pain anymore

The memories of him are finally fading away

I’m living life with my four friends

And loving it

On every guy and girl I crush on

On every joke I make

On every stupid decision I go through

On every laugh we share

Life’s getting better for me

And it’s getting harder

It’ll get worse, I know

But maybe I can do what he said, or what I remember:

“You know, I’ll miss you, but I know you’ll be okay. With your laughter and smiles, and jokes what can’t you do? You’re the best _L_. Know that.”