apesofwrath said:
Its a funny story. I would have laughed if you had told me this story six months ago. So hard. If you would have told me I would start feeling sorry for that immature looking boy. If you would have told me I would start sitting with him at lunch. That I would start talking to him. If you would have told me I would actually enjoy talking to him. If you would have told me he was a loving dad. If you told me we would become friends and that I would come to think of him as a brother. I would have laughed hard. But I would have laughed even harder if you told me I would start getting pangs of jealousy at the mention of his girlfriend. That those pangs happened more frequently. That I would smile whenever I saw him and got those colorful little things with wings when I thought of him (yes I would have giggled when you told me butterflies fluttering in stomach is an actual condition). I would have doubled over if you told me I had caught that four letter dreadful disease. That I fell into that gravely concrete bottom pit called love. I would have been rolling on the floor if you told me it would hurt so bad to see our friendship end. To miss him so much, to feel so much pain.  My stomach would hurt so bad from all that laughing. Its such a funny story. So why am I crying? 
Can this story really be nonfiction? Can the pictures in this storybook be real? The objects and places in the pictures and feelings in the words sure look like some memories I have. Its a short story but why do I feel like it hasnt ended, like it just drags on. I want it to be over. Or could this just be a chapter in the story? Whatever it is I cant wait for the tears to stop falling or at least for them to be tears of laughter cause its a funny story right?