High school reminiscing inevitable relate back to him. I wanted to be his friend, and within a year we were “best friends”. All those late nights hanging out on the porch, eating cereal at anytime, and laying around doing nothing. To think it was because of a girl that things went to shit. Call it jealousy? Maybe. I don’t care. I want him back, I want my best friend back.
I was thinking of going to his house with his favorite cereal so ensure we could sit, eat, and he would listen to my apology. I don’t think it will work, but it looks so cool in my head.