In eighth grade, we had Science class together. You had sat in the row behind me until the seats were switched and we became partners.
Do you know what I would give to be partners with you again?
In ninth grade, we shared the same Dance class. We never danced together...
but then again, I never asked.
In tenth grade, we didn't have any classes together.
Even still, I would walk you to yours sometimes.
I didn't care that I was late to my own.
I'd be late to everything if it'd just mean that I'd get to spend time with you.
I walked you to your class one day and as we separated you said you would see me tomorrow.
I knew that you wouldn't.
You wouldn't see me tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.
I didn't tell you that.
How could I say goodbye to the one I love?