Remember walking through the gates on your first day of high school? The way your hands perspired and the irregular pattern of your heartbeat - inhale, exhale, repeat. Those constant worrisome thoughts that your best friends from middle school won&
He walked in to my room and my life on the first day of college. I can't remember what my life was like before I met him, but I know that I never want to go back to it. Miss you already. See you in three months, my very best friend.