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Reconcile: The Story of Us
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Friends Two years pass sophomore year on the high school analog clock,
and we have yet to directly speak to each other.
June 10th draws nearer with the changing of each class period and I'm sick and tired of pretending to hold a grudge against you.
The Story of Us, one of my many internal tales, I do plan to tell right now. So fixate your eyes upon these words like magnifying glasses to give your conscience a close-up look into the meaning behind this narrative poem.
Once upon a very different time
I was not the young man that I am today.
The young man I was slept in a bed of superficial covers,
dressed himself in prefunctory clothes, and wore a mask that paid popular lip-service to the surrounding peers, so they
wouldn't have any reason to see him as a real someone else otherwise.
The very first day of our sophomore year
The very first day of our 3rd Period Sports & Fitness/PHI class
The very first day of the Story of Us had begun.
I still remember, oh how I still remember, YOU on that day.
Unlike the person I write to today,
you were more than half-a-foot shorter than present-day measurements
your voice was more than half a full bass note higher than present-day octave scales
and
you looked more than half-a-decade younger than present-day puberty growth rates.
You sat in the corner of my eye in the seat next to me and I kept wondering who was this little boy trailing the right edge of my peripheral sight.
"Are you a freshman?"
"Did you go to Garinger last year?"
Such inquirying questions I asked you!
You corrected my flawed view of you in telling me that you were actually a sophomore and went to East Meck the year before.
So from there, our associateship started.
3rd Period Sports & Fitness/PHI immediately became the in-school comedy zone where I shared laugh-out-loud laughter with Jennifer, Cristen, Khalil, Lydia, Joselyn......& YOU!
YOU......yeah YOU! The same YOU that fell in love with the same person I just so happened to drown head-first in love with, is the same YOU that I use to make grin with the happiness of a snagged-tooth first-grader and is the same YOU with whom I witnessed the sudden deaths of over 6,000 lives during that tragic eleventh day of the ninth month in the year 2001.
YOU and me go back a little ways! But, the Story of Us continues......
About a month later, our over-sized class was divided in half, forcing me and a few others to be taught by a different teacher.
This transition ultimately became a catalyst in the distance factor between us.
We spoke to each other here and there in the hallways until thereafter, we never spoke to each other again.
The high school analog clock fast-forwarded through the rest of our sophomore year, the summer of 2002, our junior year, and the summer of 2003.
Around that time, we had transcended into the prestiguous senior threshold, and YOU and me might as well have been complete strangers.
As we both know, this was the year that saw our change-
OUR PERSONAL CHANGE! This was also the year in which our beef manifested.
In early September, you and our insignificant other had unofficially broken-up, or had a little misunderstanding. During this same time, I wrote that person a letter of infatuation:
a written testimony of a lingering fascination I carried since freshman year.
Upon receiving this letter, we commenced in grown-folk activities and started a relationship.
From there, YOU and me went from being "complete strangers" to indirect enemies. I had fallen in love with that person and was ready to give the world up for this one individual.
YOU HATED this and periodically called and hung-up on my cell-phone.
I couldn't understand why you had so much hostility towards me.
I kept asking myself:
"Why does he HATE me for being in love with someone he's no longer in a relationship with?"
But then, it finally dawned on me that you and this person had gotten back together and I was being used by this individual to make you jealous.
Now, YOU and me both know how the story continues and eventually ends up to where we are now.
As a mature young man, I want to say to you that I never, ever wanted to be at odds with you. I always wanted to be cool with you and I never intended on barging into any kind of relationship that you were trying to maintain.
We've been in love with that same insignificant other and we've both been mistreated by that same insignificant other and I think we should concentrate more on our similarities than our differences.
65 full days till June 10th on the high school analog clock,
and we have the potential to become very close friends
bonded by a kindred reference.
June 10th draws nearer with the changing of each class period and its time for you and me to squash the beef and realize that our lives are too precious to be let blown away
with the winds of forgetful sorrow.
The Story of US, one of my greatest internal tales, I do plan to continue right now. So evaluate the knowledge you gained from this narrative poem and come to grips with the fact that we go back far enough to reflect on days of innocent laughter, and the meaning behind this poem will reveal itself in the next line:
"I want to make more memories with you old friend!"
