I know it has been four months, but I still look for you everywhere I go. Sometimes I feel like we could just pick up where we had left, right before we fought. We were bestfriends, but I guess if we were truly bestfriends, nothing would get in between us. So I guess we weren’t bestfriends, but it sure felt real. It felt like a breakup with a boyfriend, but worse because from my past experience, I truly believe bestfriends are supposed to stick around for the rest of your life. One time I thought I saw you. My heart raced, I couldn’t think straight, and I began to panic. That’s when I realized it still hurts my heart. From the minute we met, I instantly fell in love with our friendship. You made me feel confident, happy, and safe with you. I wish I could say I still felt the same. It’s been four months since we last texted. It’s been four months since I’ve seen your smile. Late at night, I tend to think about our lost friendship. It’s been four months, and I still miss you. I know it could never be the same with us. I know that if we ever see each other in person again, we will probably look the other way. I know that we have become strangers with memories I will cherish for the rest of my life. Thanks for a great summer and thanks for the year of friendship, stranger. If only you knew I was thinking of you.
It all begins when you begin to walk. Your parents begin to question “what’s their next step”? They soon send us off to daycare, and before you know it, you’re in pre-school, next to kindergarten, and in a blink of an eye, you’re leaving to go to High school. Four years. Four years to make a name for yourself in your town.
Freshman year: You’re told that every year counts, make good grades, do all your homework. You listen, but you’re not listening because you’re looking at your surroundings, terrified of all the new faces staring back at you. “What did the teacher say? Do these girls like me? Do I fit in? Do the guys notice me”? You seem to be very shy, very quiet. Very intimidated by the pretty girls… That is Freshman Year
Sophomore year: You’re beginning to find the people you like to hangout with. You attend all the school sport games to support the cute guy players and your new friends who play. You think about joining some sports. You don’t try out for any. You make working out a priority, which is an amazing journey for you. You’re still very quiet, but you begin to break out of your shell. You branch out more, meet more people, discover who you like and dislike. You’re proud of yourself. You stop eating all the junk food. You go to sleepovers. You’re happier…. That is Sophomore Year.
Junior Year: You are happy. You smile so much more. You workout almost everyday, eat better (besides chocolate). You have found your friends, and are still making friends along the way! You love watching shows on Netflix. You begin to hear teachers talk about tests you have to take. You take the ACTs and SATs. You go on vacation with your closest friends for Spring Break. You spend all your weekends with your best friend since 2 years old…. That is your Junior year.
Senior Year: You made it. You’ve also flourished into a social butterfly. Everyone thinks your super sweet and funny and great. You’re happy. You’re so freaked out about applying to colleges. You visit UNCC and love the campus, but hate your moms warning about being away from home. She wants you to stay close to home. You are scared to leave highschool. You are scared of failure to be accepted into college. You are scared. You got your first real job as a cashier. You are making friends everywhere. You get super freaked out about if you and your bestfriend will go to the same school. You don’t want to lose her. You are only less then 9 weeks into your senior year…. This is your Senior year so far.
Life goes by quick. Live to the fullest. I’m scared of my future ahead, but I’m excited. I know everything is meant to be, and I will find my way. This was actually more about my experience in highschool, and what is going on right now. Thank you for reading ❤
XoXO, Courtney Leigh