My First And Last Friend

I always have a pit of secret rage, and jealousy when I am with her because she constantly has an aura radiating around her of love, kindness, passion, and drive, no matter how much she tries to hide it away from the world.

ornery I can handle it because whatever you throw at me I’ll catch. I like how I know almost a lot about you like we have the same favorite colors but in different colors and your favorite bands and your like apple pie which is disgusting and you must be the devil. I remember when we first met or I at least have memories from when I was around you and our conversations about ourselves and what we’ve fascinated with, those were the little things that made me want you and look now I have you. I fall for you even more when you tell me those three words. You’re always on my mind when I wake up and when I’m in bed laying my head on the pillow. I decided to type this out because I have hella shitty writing and this is more neat and I have more space

When I hug you I feel safe when I hold your hand I feel sparks...

You know I've always felt I needed to live vicariously though others because I didn't like my own life until I met you, then I was to screwed up to know you'd sit yourself and everything in front of me a couple of times. Thinking I’d need to live through others to get to you.

It made me want to know more about you. The day you gave me applesauce, and then started crying because you didn’t want to give it away? That’s the moment I started to fall in love with you. Every Time I saw you after that, I fell in love with you more, until it felt like I was living for the days when I got to see you, and the rest of my life was just spent waiting for those days.

You honest (even when I don’t want to hear it), you hold me to my work, you always great company (even when you think you’re not), you’re a woke AF white person (lol), you’re a great example to stand by (stop laughing that is not a joke), you handle through all my craziness and I truly don’t know how. I love (and I hate that word) to hang out w/ you, whether we’re eating loaded fries in the galley (me eating your fries) OR if we are sitting in your room struggling with the button machine OR almost dying in Mackenzie’s death machine (I mean car! Not really) OR trying to figure out the fuck ally is lying down on the galley table OR telling Brandon to shut up about your lemon pouch OR if I’m just sitting in your room going through boxes under your bed like a werido (lol) Or having a conversation with you were you are basically using gif ‘s to everything you need

At the end, I think you knew that, and though you accused me with words and violence, I remained faithful for the few years we had. Even if I begged you to release me, your jealousy and your desire to feel young again would never have allowed you to let me go.

be lonely at first, they admitted, but you’re so nice you’ll make friends fast.  And as an impulse tore at

Five weeks without talking to you, five weeks without your touch, your voice, your eyes staring into mine, and that cocky smirk that you always wore on your face that I always fought the urge to wipe off.

She thinks I’m big, surly, and overprotective. She has no idea. Whatever she’s running from, I’m going to fix. Whatever she needs, I’m going to give her. And the sooner she figures out what she needs is me, the better off we’ll both be.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. Once I start I won’t be able to stop, my instincts will take over. It will be more rough than I would want your first time to be but I can’t take you any other way tonight. I will have you tonight; my nerves will not let me walk away from

I have stood speechless at how absolutely stunning you look on so many occasions, whether it be the classy elegancy you had in your formal dress, or the modest beauty of your superman shirt when we go out on a date. By far, my favourite has to be waking up next to you. The feeling of having you so close and seeing that you’re as comfortable with me as I am with you is indescribable. I look forward waking up next to you – the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen – every morning for the rest of my life.

When I am doubtful in my work and I begin to become more interested with other things, you help me get back on track. And when I get frustrated with what I’m doing and decide to just stop right there and now, you show me how much better I can make my piece, you’ve always encouraged me to do the very best I can. I remember that whenever I am doing my math, you help me get through it, and through all the algebraic nonsense that comes with it. When I feel as if I am never going to grasp the concept, you show me the light, (and help me understand the problem). I was dismal and you put a smile on my face; I was ill, you made it better with a smile. It made me feel loved, and protected. You are always the one who comforts me in a warm and fuzzy

We had a rocky past, and by rocky, I mean brutal. Somehow, there is something about you that will always be attached to me –a piece of my heart that you’ll forever hold, and that I don’t ever want back. Because when you have a connection with someone, it never really goes away.

I remember the first remember the first time I met him. It started when I got to my new school I made a few friends, but still didn’t know him. Then there was one day when I was in after care. My brother was there and he said he was playing tag with someone so I decided to play as well. Then I met him His name was also Andrew, and he was in the grade under me. When I first saw him he was so energetic it was insane he was so full of energy. He seemed like a very nice person, but then we started playing teen titans go. So he took it too far and punched everyone in the stomach while screaming booyah. So I thought that it wasn’t going to work out. The next day we played with him again, and he was also rough. Then we eventually became really close friends over the long school year. It was really fun, but then since the elementary school only went up to fourth grade I went to the next school. So I had to survive fifth grade without him.