Sunday, 16 August 2009
01:49:59 AM (GMT)
I stared at my window.
It was painted with memories of who I was and who I am.
Five years ago, I was looking through this window with my best friend.
The week later, she left.
A couple of years ago, just when I started middle school, I gained a new friend.
The next year, she left.
I began to ask my parents if the window was cursed.
They only laughed and commented on how silly I was.
Now, I am leaving the 8th grade.
I have gained another friend.
And we looked through the window together.
It was raining.
It was always raining.
Maybe it was the rain that cursed me?
It was raining every moment my former best friends and I looked out the window.
When my new best friend left to go to her house, she waved at me from the window.
Maybe she didn't notice or maybe she did.
But I waved back.
What if she left?
How am I going to cope?
That's three best friends gone if that happened.
Then I remembered, as if a lightning bolt hit me.
My best friends had always said this.
"When I look through this window, I always remember who I am. I don't know why.
But when I look through this window, my happy memories come flooding in.
And I don't understand why but I have made a conclusion.
When it rains, I would remember our friendship.
When I look out the window, I remember how we took care of each other.
And when it rains on the window, I remember you."
Maybe it was a miracle. Or maybe it was my heart.
But since then, whenever it rained on my window, I remember my best friends.
And I cherished them again.
Last edited: 16 August 2009