This piece of writing was supposed to be a song, but I’m having a major case of musical writers block, so I wrote this instead. It’s about growing apart from friends and how much it sucks, because you don’t have anyone to blame for it. It’s not a fight, it’s not that they hurt you or tried to, it’s just that you grew up, and life happened, and now, somehow, the person you loved the most isn’t there with you anymore.

We met the first day of 6th grade, sitting atop the monkey bars like we ruled the playground. Taking walks and chasing butterflies, we became the best of friends. We grew up in a world of late night pinky-promises, swearing we’d never leave each other, that we’d be together forever and ever. We stood side by side, ready to take on the world, so long as we were shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, us against our futures. Bit by bit we swapped out our dolls for nail polish, our diaries for cell phones, and the term play date for “hanging out,” but the person linking arms with us never changed. We traded book suggestions, shared music that made us cry, and laughed at our attempts at playing with makeup. We tested out swear words to see how they felt on our tongues, and had enough inside jokes to fill a joke book ten times over. As we grew older still, seeing each other’s faces became more and more difficult. Weekly visits became dictated by school schedules, transforming then to monthly, and then not even that. We still “hung out” of course, but what to do became more of a mystery, and laughter began feeling more forced. Slowly we drifted apart, so slowly that we didn’t even notice at first, until one day we looked to our sides and found nothing but a shadow of what had been. Suddenly our cold hands had nothing to grasp, nothing to hold them up. The duo had become two teams of one, and the world had only gotten larger and more daunting. Good news was never told, because there was no one to tell it to, and broken hearts lacked crutches to learn to stand on their own. We met the first day of 6th grade, sitting atop the monkey bars like we ruled the playground. It seems we aren’t the queens of the playground anymore.

Super last minute, and I’ll edit it tomorrow morning, but I forgot to post something this month and I need to keep up my streak of posting every month for the past three years. Sorry people!!! I swear I’ll make this post better as soon as I get the chance!

Let’s erase, forget the past year, and the pain and trials it brought. Let’s begin again, and push aside the heartache and the hurt. Let’s forgive those who wronged us and hurt us and broke our hearts. Let’s start anew and start to grow and learn and forget. Because it’s a new year, a new day and a new week, the perfect day to move on. Let’s become something else, something better, something new.