3 The Best Four Years of My Life

But before all of that could even happen, your short stay was over.

I've realised recently, exactly how fast time passes.

How everything becomes the past.

The past will forever remain the past, this spilt second that I call present will become the past and the future?

That will also become the past.

You begged your father, to let you stay.

Why?

Because our time together was too short, we were both lonely children.

You, you were isolated for being too rich for all of your friends.

Me?

I was the weird one, the person who never thought correctly.

My way of thinking was apparently too strange, the way I thought was wrong.

My friends all isolated me saying that I had a brain problem, that I was mental.

But past all of our 'flaws', we were just children who wanted someone to play with.

Do you know how excited I was when you told me that your father allowed you to stay in my tiny little town?

I wanted to squeal and jump with joy, but my male pride held me back.

Instead I grinned like an idiot at you, and you in all of your girliness, flashed a huge dimpled smile at me, then proceeded to jump onto me in an attempt to hug me with a bit too much enthusiasm, resulting in both of us crashing to the ground.

And just like that we spent 4 years of our lives together.