live through this and you wont look back.

there was this time when everything was good. and all was pure and innocent. i dont quite remember why we we had to stay afterschool but i know that we were waiting for my mom to take us home. you were 15 and i was 14 i was always a little younger and we acted our age not afraid it, because we could. at that point i still thought we would be friends forever, and i felt like nothing could have put anything between us. we were behind the gym, right across from the bleachers and sitting on the grass. i hated the material of the walls they always hurt. im pretty sure i used your backpack to sit on because i didnt want to get my pants wet, you were so nice. we talked about my boyfriend at the time, you didnt really like him, later i found out why. jealousy is always a veiled emotion. we were taking picutures on my phone, i wish i still had my phone. i cant see the pictures now because the battery died, but its okay pictures will only make me miss you more. but i laughed so hard when i checked to see how they came out and you looked like a cross between being constipated and eating a very spicy food. the sun was starting to set, it was getting colder and we were getting older and all i knew was that i was happy. we are the same person, supposedly. here is another memory that i will put away. another memory that i wish i could talk to you about. this always happens to me, the flaws of using my feelings instead of logic. before it got to dark my mom came and took us home, on the way home we listened to upside down and talked about the future. and that is how it went. and it can never happen again. time and age worked against us.