Tuesday, February 19, 2013
the letter series
We were close friends. Or at least I thought we were. You moved. We grew and now we are different. You come around sometimes,but not a lot. I find it hard to even talk to you anymore,because we are so different. I want to talk to you,but you have your ways and I have mine. Our lives are too different maybe if things were the same you would be one of my dearest friends. You have your friends and I have mine. I will always remember the fun times we had. I remember being locked up in a cage acting like I was being shipped off to a far far away place and I remember us acting like we were animals. Those were memories that I hope neither of us will let slip away.
--i have too many dreams to stay. i am sorry.--