So now the girl I want you to be is just a memory.
And you may not be a hero, maybe that is not you.
You may not be out to save the world, but you saved mine.
And that geometry test,
the one I know you haven’t studied for it,
even though it’s next period,
I know you’ll ace it.
Like you always do.
I’m sorry for telling myself you’re what I want you to be,
and I’m sorry for ordering the pizza you’re allergic to,
I thought you still enjoyed it.
Things change,
as they should.
But it doesn’t mean that my memory of you will,
you’ll forever be my friend,
you’ll forever have a home,
and most importantly you’ll forever be in my memories.
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