dear friend,

   Dear Friend,

       I think few of us who stood together that last day, our minds focused on the minute til it was over, thought about much else except summer.  We sat, staring eagerly at the clocks, silently saying "Summer, summer" to ourselves.  

       Of course, at the moment I mentioned you.  You were on my mind, strangely enough.  The last moment I celebrated, because for me the pain was over for a few months, my brain could wander, I could figure out how to make friends and how to be a better me.

      Now the school year is approaching, and me and you have not spoken for a long time.  All the better for you, and I am not sure whether I have missed talking to or not.  

     My main thought is that I have changed this summer.  I have grown more confident, growing used to this shell that covers who I am.  I've become comfortable with my character, and I've learned how to hold my tongue and be fast to listen and slow to speak.  I am still learning, of course, but I feel as if I am slowly becoming who our Father meant me to be.

   

 Oh yes, and my appearance has changed a little as well.  I no longer wear t-shirts every day, and make up is now put on my face lightly.  I have grown to like doing some of the girly things I used to abhor, learned to manage my time a little better, but what I like has changed only a slight bit.  

       I wonder, friend, if this new shell will deceive you.  If you'll begin to leave me behind like all those others have, if you will no longer be open to deep conversations, if you'll be more openly impatient about standing in the hallway speaking to me.  Yes, very few people ever quite were happy with our friendship, but it kept me going many a day, knowing that you would be open to debating the type of font used in the school's computers, or talking about random songs.  I'd come over and say hello, tease you as I do with all my friends, and you'd roll your eyes, but eventually I'd pull out a smile.  

      Will you still be there for me?  Am I going to have to scope a new variety of friends?  I hope you'll be there for me, this gut feeling that resides in me tells me that I am going to lose friends this year, and I am here trying to make new ones.  I am getting anxious now, just thinking of what awaits.

      Please friend, come up to me sometime and make my day.  If you see me break down in the hallway please just ask if I am alright, that's all I'll ever need is to be noticed by a friend, or somebody. Dear friend, this year, all I'm asking for, is a little of your time, a few conversations here and there.

         Dear friend,

        Is that too much to ask for?

(I chose some interesting photos for this one, all of these are on Pinterest!)