This is inspired by a poem I read in English class today. I hope you like it.
Remember when we met when we were five?
I fell out of a tree and landed on top of you, making you fall and break your wrist.
I thought you'd be mad at me . . .
But you weren't.
Remember the time when we were seven and I told you I was terrified of thunderstorms?
I thought you'd laugh . . .
But you didn't.
Remember the times all the other kids in the class made fun of me because I was different?
I thought you'd make fun of me too . . .
But you didn't.
Remember when we were nine and we met Carlos, and I was so jealous because I thought he was taking you away from me?
I thought you'd call me gay and possessive because of that . . .
But you didn't.
Remember when I told you that we had to do a science project on space, but it turned out I'd told you wrong and you got an F?
I thought you'd be annoyed with me . . .
But you weren't.
Remember when we were twelve and we met James, and he invited us to go ice-skating and I was too sick to go?
I thought you'd go have fun with James . . .
But you didn't.
Remember all the times I called you an idiot when you annoyed me, even the day your dad left?
I thought you'd walk away from me . . .
But you didn't.
Remember the time I accidentally told everyone in our class that you were scared of snakes?
I thought you'd stop talking to me . . .
But you didn't.
Remember when we went to LA to become a band, and Gustavo called me a disaster?
I thought you'd agree with him . . .
But you didn't.
Remember the time I was really, really angry with you and said I hated you?
I thought you'd hate me too . . .
But you didn't.
Remember all the times I acted totally jealous of your other friends and protested against your ingenious schemes?
I thought you'd stop being friends with me because I was too boring for you . . .
But you didn't.
We told each other everything. We did everything together.
We were best friends all the way, from five to eighteen, from Power Rangers to hockey pucks, from kindergarten to graduation.
From Minnesota to La, from being nobodies to being famous.
There were so many things that I did and said that should've driven you away . . .
But they didn't.
Maybe they should have.
But they didn't.
We were always there for each other, and after all this time, it was impossible for me not to feel more than friendship for you.
The day I fell in love with you was the day you kept me company when I was sick.
The day you convinced me to give Carlos a chance.
The day I broke your wrist.
Maybe I didn't notice it happening . . .
But it did.
I still haven't told you the way I feel. Maybe I should . . .
But maybe I shouldn't.
Remember last night, when we went out for a drive, just the two of us, and a drunk driver hit us?
I thought you'd scream . . .
But you didn't.
That second was when I knew I had to tell you everything.
I waited by your bed in the hospital, so that I could tell you I loved you when you woke up . . .
But you didn't.
It rained that right. I stood out there in the rain, letting the cold droplets wash away my teas. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed to the heavens,
"I love you, Kendall Knight!"
I was desperate for you to answer, and say you love me too.
I waited for you to say something back, to show me that you'd heard . . .
But you didn't.
Was this too sad? It's more of a drabble than anything. Please review!