Your name is David Ramirez, but I always called you David-Day. ...Plus, it sounded catchy.
We met in elementary school, 3rd grade, remember? I was always a loner. Before 3rd grade, I never had any friends. I would always be the weirdo talking to myself and playing all alone because there was no one else to play with me. 3rd grade, I was still the biggest loner around. People were always calling me cute, but they were never my friends. They also called me a freak and midget and mini-me... But that doesn't matter. That one day I met you, it was when some 4th graders were giving piggy-back-rides to you, remember? I thought it was cool, and... I wanted a piggy-back-ride. It seemed scary at first, but I wanted to try it because you were laughing and so much and had the biggest smile on your face. So... I asked the friendly-looking girl for one. Her name is Amanda, remember? She still remembers you, too. So I got half a piggy-back-ride because I did get scared... I think you laughed at me, I can't remember. I just remember afterwards, recess ended. And then I didn't see you again for months to come.
It was the beginning of 4th grade, I remember. After the first week or so, you remembered me from 3rd grade. I think I was drawing because I remember we became friends because we both liked Pokemon, at first. And then we got so into it that we began to start to hang out and play together during recess and lunch. Don't you remember that we'd pretend we were Pokemon and have our own little adventures? I was so happy that I had a friend. I think it was in 5th or 6th grade... That people started thinking we'd be cute as a couple. I remember that I got so upset, I hated relationships back then because even back then I knew how Life was. I couldn't believe what people were saying, it was so stupid. But then I had to live with that for a few more years.
When we began middle school, it was so sad. We didn't have any of the same classes at all and we had more friends to hang out with. So we hung out with them instead of each other. I thought I lost you for the 7th grade year. We barely hung out. So at the end of 7th grade, I convinced you to try and join Marching Band if you could and still manage to stay in Mariachi in 8th grade. You did. And we actually got some other classes together. Things were brightening up. And then we'd hang out during passing periods and Nutrition Break and Lunch Break... Plus Band and English and Band-Events! And we both joined Jazz Band, too! Remember when we performed at Coronado High and Eastlake Middle? That was so fun! Our little "Mission:Impossible" time around the school, and then eating ChickFillet at lunch with all the Math-people! You loved my AFK and OMG hat, too! And I'd wear them and you'd be laughing at me, haha.
And you started calling me "Jeffinner". The first time you called me that, it was an accident, but then Chris and Danny started laughing at it and it stuck. So I was Jeffinner.
The end of 8th grade was so sad. You told me that you'd be going to Olympian and probably moving later. And you had a choice to move to Olympian and you chose to go anyways. I was so sad. Remember how we you said you were going to cry at Promotion and how other people would, too? I was against that and said that people would say they would, but wouldn't. They'd laugh and smile and just say that they'd miss them instead. Yeah... But at Promotion, I was so depressed and angered at you. I didn't want to talk to you, I just wanted to cry and run away. I was going to lose my best-friend and I didn't know if he'd come back or not. That's why, after we were done, I didn't talk to you. I tried my best to stay away from you. Well, after Promotion, when I was safely back at home... I did cry. I was so sad, I couldn't stand this.
I remember talking to you over MySpace and you told me that we'd always be best-friends even if we went to different schools. Because you knew I was upset about you over something, but you didn't know what. So you made it up by saying we're always going to be besties. But I wouldn't accept that. Now it's months and months after that day, and I can't believe we're still best-friends. You're awesome.
Earlier today, I started typing this because I saw how happy you were in your pictures. I started thinking, "Aw, what if I could've been there?" and then I started reminiscing on everything. I couldn't lose my thoughts, I needed to write or type this down somewhere. I started laughing when I was on the part when we both joined Jazz Band. But then I started crying when I began "The end of 8th grade..." But it's okay, I think. I'm never sure.
I miss you. I'm sure I can see you again soon, I hope. Your name is David-Day. And we'll always be Best-Friends-Forever.
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