15: It Was The Year

15: It Was The Year

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Teens Talk Middle School

It Was The Year

Memories may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember we simply choose to forget
So it’s the laughter we will remember
Whenever we remember the way we were.

~Barbra Streisand, “The Way We Were”

It was the year of changes
And the year of telling lies.
It was the year of friendships
And the year that friendships died.

It was the year that opened with
A hopeful, promising start.
We’d never thought that, through it all
We’d slowly drift apart.

In those past years, we’d always think
That it was all cliche:
In every single TV show
Old friends would fade away.

We held each other near and dear
We were ourselves, we said.
We laughed and cheered and played and smiled

And lived the life we led.

And then came seventh grade, of course
Went through the start together
Then you met her, and then I thought
Old friends don’t last forever.

You had new clothes, you had new shoes
You had a whole new crew.
You always said to be yourself
But what happened to you?

You had new friends, you had new phones
You laughed and never cried.
I sat there, thinking, as you talked
And I just stared and sighed.

I guess I was just uncool then
But that didn’t excuse
The way you looked at me that day:
You said I had no clue.

So then the ignorance began
And you moved on, I guessed
The new friends came, replaced the old
And they became your best.

You kept on saying, through and through
That I was still your friend
But still, I kept on thinking that
Our friendship met its end.

The days dragged by, so slow and sad
I felt like I was there
Because I needed just one friend
And not because you cared.

I wanted to believe that, still
We were great friends at heart
Reality convinced me that
We’d grown too far apart.

So you’ll hang out with your group, then
And I’ll hang out with mine
But I won’t cut our bonds for good
I won’t forget those times.

We were great friends for three long years
I guess that was enough
To prove to me you needed change
But change is just too much.

I’ll still remember times at school
We used to run and play.
We used to dream about our lives
And laugh our lives away.

I guess all that is over now:
You’ve got your friends, not me.
For now, I guess that I’m alone
With all my memories.

~Ariel Chu

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