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.”