We met on the December of 2009. It was the end of the first semester of the eighth grade.
We talked about unicorns and dragons; which one was better.
You chose dragons, so I had to choose unicorns just so I could hold a conversation with you.
Then came the meaningful spams, the exchange of songs (you gave me several long playlists that I tried very hard to complete), and inside jokes including replacing "haha" with "pickle pickle", velociraptors, and you writing me stories.
We both loved andrea bocelli's "cant help falling in love" and would text the lyrics of that song to each other in all CAPS.
We stayed up long nights together, writing poetry with subliminal messages,
me writing a poem good enough for you right before I went to sleep, and
waking up in the mornings with the anticipation of a response in the morning.
You never failed to impress me, but looking back now, I smile sadly at our childish antics.
I remember being so impressed at your ability to play violin, after having heard you play only once,
and aspired to be like you. I restarted violin the following year, just so I could be in the same class as you. (What's ironic is, now that I finally am, we're strangers again).
I remember your lunches that I always wanted to eat, I remember the corny pick up lines we exchanged once we finally got together,
I remember exchanging books with you, after...that...just so I could continue talking with you
when I have no excuse to otherwise.
I hated you. I loved you.
I remember the poems you wrote me.
I remember all those times you analyzed me, thinking you knew me.
I remember these things like they were yesterday.
I remember you like you were yesterday, so it still hurts like it was yesterday.
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