as long as I can remember I had a childhood friend that lived in my neighborhood. It was just us. his Mom hated me and my family so he was never aloud inside my house and she got mad whenever I came inside his house. His dad really liked me and my mom liked him. we always had a big imagination and played games like zombies and that shit. Though we barely knew anything about each other we just really cared about one another. There was a year that we didn’t hangout as much, two girls moved into the neighborhood and they became my best friends. When they left I was happy to go back to just me and him. He still hung out with me even though I was so annoying. Later on another boy moved into the neighborhood. All three of us became friends and we had a lot of fun together. We rode our bikes and made our own sort of obstacle courses. Nearing the end of the year The boy who recently moved to the neighborhood started to not like me and eventually we just stopped hanging out. I made Friends in school so I got busy. During quarantine I lost a lot of friends and I’ve spent so much time in my house. I stare at them whenever I see them. Ik kinda creepy. The two boys are still friends, I miss them, especially the one I’ve known since I was like 6. I caught him watching me from his window today, that could be nothing, but I really hope he misses me too. I really want to Be friends again, but I‘m really scared to talk to him. I feel like I can‘t move on in life without him knowing how much I care for him. He means so much, hope one day we talk to each other again.
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You should reach out to him and tell him how you feel and you wanna be friends again.