"You know your like my best friend" you said to me as we rode bikes in my neighborhood.
I laughed. "Really?"
You nodded as we rode on in our neighborhood.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now that I image this flash back in my head
It makes me want to cry.
When I see you walk away from me.
As you say good bye.
And we never talked again.
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