It was kindergarten the very first day i asked this girl if she wanted to play we were friend suposibly until the end, in year four she had to go. I shredded my tears, held onto my fears. She promised to call and talk but not once or twice did she even try. the year after that i got a letter it was her i started to feel good and better. The letter was an invitation to her birthday i ended up going but i was put out it was like i wasn't about. i made the effort to call her twice a week, but never she try ed to do the same back. it hurt me inside to know she was using me only to say she had friends. i stopped calling her and i still look back, back on that track and wonder why, why i was put aside, left to cry, to call all the time, what kind of friend i must be then.
