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So hi xd I haven’t written a story in a long time, and I wasn’t intending on posting this. But with @CinderPuppyEyes giving me some confidence, I decided to share.
Also, should I try writing more? I haven’t really been writing since I slowly started hating things I made... but a new fresh start couldn’t hurt.
Anyways sorry for the ramble, here’s the story:
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5 years ago, I met a wonderful guy. We quickly became friends since we were outcasts, me because I was considered weird and him because he only had one eye. He was the second most precious friend I ever had. I adored him. 4 years ago, he left and never bothered to contact me again. Even to this day I still think of him. I don’t think I could forget such a friend like him.
5 years ago, I made a promise with my then crush. We promised each other that we would give each other a chance when we got older. 5 years later, today, I saw him and even interacted with him. He had clearly forgotten our promise, but I haven’t. Now, I can only go on like nothing happened even if it bothers me. What if he didn’t forget that promise? Why did I have to be one to remember?
13 years ago I met the greatest friend I ever had. We had grown up together and even created a group of friends. Him and I, we were something special. Because of him, I was usually at the top of my class because of his encouragement. He was always above though, so I strived to beat him at least once. One day, 8 years ago, I did just that. I had finally done something better than him, and I was so proud. He didn’t seem to care though, but if I were in his shoes I would’ve been bummed out too. 3 years passed and we were about to enter high school. We had drifted apart so much by then, and I regret we did. See, you had fallen into this ugly pit, but I remained on top where you used to stand with me. You got into drugs, how I still don’t know, and then I realized I didn’t know you anymore. That boy I loved so dearly fell, he fell and the impact turned him into something I could no longer recognize. He was no longer that boy who was my greatest friend who stood with me at the top. This wasn’t how I wanted to win our battle for the top, even though I envied you for always being just above me, I still wanted you there with me. You changing hurt me so badly I ended up crying when I realized the you I had known and loved was gone. 3 years ago, you finally reached out to me after all of this. You wished me a wonderful birthday, and I lost it and cried all over again. It wasn’t because of the pain from the past you left me with, but because I was happy. When your birthday rolled around about a month later, I wished you a happy birthday. That following year you didn’t reach out, and since then I haven’t heard from you anymore. So when your birthday rolls around I sit with your number pulled up on my screen, a happy birthday wish all typed out, and my finger hovering over send. I never did hit send. The next year, I couldn’t make myself send it, again. I regret not sending either of those. Maybe if I had, you would’ve come back to me like before, before your fall. I really want to see you again, so very badly. I love you and miss you so much. You’ve inspired the me that is still here today, and that’s why I can never forget you.
2 years ago, I met a man who would ruin me and crush my dreams. This man was a bowling coach, and he was quite awful. He immediately took two girls under his wing as his favorites, neither was me thankfully. That first year with him wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t the best. The second year, that’s when things changed. Now, I was never one to show emotions well. So when I broke down crying in front of fifty or so people several times, something was wrong. There was this girl, I won’t name her, but she was the coaches only favorite. He helped her so much, she slowly became better than me. So much better, she took my position as the best on the team. I struggled so much that year. My confidence was at an all time low, and I could no longer bowl like I used to. That girl got into my head and screwed with me to the point I considered quitting. Why should I have to put up with her and the constant comparison to her? I was my own person, but everything I did, anything good, was always compared to her. She was always better, and I finished that season feeling like absolute trash. A month ago, I got wonderful news. That coach who ruined me and my dreams was fired because of how he behaved and screwed over our team. I just hope the next coach can help repair the damage he had done to me, but I shouldn’t have such high hopes so soon.
A year ago, I met this wonderful girl. She was one of the first that I actually considered a close friend, but I wouldn’t think of her as anything else now. She slowly broke me out of my shell. I was a shy, very self conscious person at the time. However, she made me realize I shouldn’t care what others think. Everyone tells me that, but somehow she’s the one who made me finally understand. I opened up and finally started to become happy with people. I even started talking to people I had never talked to before, which is something I never would’ve done. I’ve never mentioned how she changed me because maybe she could see it herself, but I should really thank her. Without her, I wonder if I would’ve changed at all. I hope she sticks by me for a long time to come.
Today, I sat alone with music and really started thinking. So many people have changed me or influenced me. I wonder if I’ve done the same to someone. I wonder also who else will come along and change my life once again. But most of all, I wonder about the ones who’ve forgotten these things that have changed me in a way. Do they think about me like I think of them? Or was I just some line to their story, completely forgotten after being passed...
Also, should I try writing more? I haven’t really been writing since I slowly started hating things I made... but a new fresh start couldn’t hurt.
Anyways sorry for the ramble, here’s the story:
—
5 years ago, I met a wonderful guy. We quickly became friends since we were outcasts, me because I was considered weird and him because he only had one eye. He was the second most precious friend I ever had. I adored him. 4 years ago, he left and never bothered to contact me again. Even to this day I still think of him. I don’t think I could forget such a friend like him.
5 years ago, I made a promise with my then crush. We promised each other that we would give each other a chance when we got older. 5 years later, today, I saw him and even interacted with him. He had clearly forgotten our promise, but I haven’t. Now, I can only go on like nothing happened even if it bothers me. What if he didn’t forget that promise? Why did I have to be one to remember?
13 years ago I met the greatest friend I ever had. We had grown up together and even created a group of friends. Him and I, we were something special. Because of him, I was usually at the top of my class because of his encouragement. He was always above though, so I strived to beat him at least once. One day, 8 years ago, I did just that. I had finally done something better than him, and I was so proud. He didn’t seem to care though, but if I were in his shoes I would’ve been bummed out too. 3 years passed and we were about to enter high school. We had drifted apart so much by then, and I regret we did. See, you had fallen into this ugly pit, but I remained on top where you used to stand with me. You got into drugs, how I still don’t know, and then I realized I didn’t know you anymore. That boy I loved so dearly fell, he fell and the impact turned him into something I could no longer recognize. He was no longer that boy who was my greatest friend who stood with me at the top. This wasn’t how I wanted to win our battle for the top, even though I envied you for always being just above me, I still wanted you there with me. You changing hurt me so badly I ended up crying when I realized the you I had known and loved was gone. 3 years ago, you finally reached out to me after all of this. You wished me a wonderful birthday, and I lost it and cried all over again. It wasn’t because of the pain from the past you left me with, but because I was happy. When your birthday rolled around about a month later, I wished you a happy birthday. That following year you didn’t reach out, and since then I haven’t heard from you anymore. So when your birthday rolls around I sit with your number pulled up on my screen, a happy birthday wish all typed out, and my finger hovering over send. I never did hit send. The next year, I couldn’t make myself send it, again. I regret not sending either of those. Maybe if I had, you would’ve come back to me like before, before your fall. I really want to see you again, so very badly. I love you and miss you so much. You’ve inspired the me that is still here today, and that’s why I can never forget you.
2 years ago, I met a man who would ruin me and crush my dreams. This man was a bowling coach, and he was quite awful. He immediately took two girls under his wing as his favorites, neither was me thankfully. That first year with him wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t the best. The second year, that’s when things changed. Now, I was never one to show emotions well. So when I broke down crying in front of fifty or so people several times, something was wrong. There was this girl, I won’t name her, but she was the coaches only favorite. He helped her so much, she slowly became better than me. So much better, she took my position as the best on the team. I struggled so much that year. My confidence was at an all time low, and I could no longer bowl like I used to. That girl got into my head and screwed with me to the point I considered quitting. Why should I have to put up with her and the constant comparison to her? I was my own person, but everything I did, anything good, was always compared to her. She was always better, and I finished that season feeling like absolute trash. A month ago, I got wonderful news. That coach who ruined me and my dreams was fired because of how he behaved and screwed over our team. I just hope the next coach can help repair the damage he had done to me, but I shouldn’t have such high hopes so soon.
A year ago, I met this wonderful girl. She was one of the first that I actually considered a close friend, but I wouldn’t think of her as anything else now. She slowly broke me out of my shell. I was a shy, very self conscious person at the time. However, she made me realize I shouldn’t care what others think. Everyone tells me that, but somehow she’s the one who made me finally understand. I opened up and finally started to become happy with people. I even started talking to people I had never talked to before, which is something I never would’ve done. I’ve never mentioned how she changed me because maybe she could see it herself, but I should really thank her. Without her, I wonder if I would’ve changed at all. I hope she sticks by me for a long time to come.
Today, I sat alone with music and really started thinking. So many people have changed me or influenced me. I wonder if I’ve done the same to someone. I wonder also who else will come along and change my life once again. But most of all, I wonder about the ones who’ve forgotten these things that have changed me in a way. Do they think about me like I think of them? Or was I just some line to their story, completely forgotten after being passed...
