My friends ignored me. You don’t know anything of this, because if I had told you, you would have left me. And, surprisingly, you were much more important to me than a stupid group of populars that say they’re your friends when they aren’t really so.
That June afternoon I understood everything.
You explained to me what was really going on. The answer to why you came one day to class and the next you didn’t, to why you never talked to anyone else than me. Or why to the drugs.
You justified yourself telling me that you wanted my best. So, do you really thing the best thing for me was that you disappeared? I don’t think so.
You kissed me. And you didn’t say anything else. I didn’t see you the following days. Every day that passed made me think and realise about everything.
I wasn’t a good excuse to make you want to disappear. There’s no good excuse to get that way.