Cleaning out my drawer and I find Michael’s shirt from 8th grade. I told him I liked it and then when we graduated in 8th grade he gave it to me. And it brought back those end of the year feelings. Graduating middle school. Graduating high school. It’s one of those things where it’s sad but you’re hopeful to keep your friendships. You tell yourself, everything will be the same. Best friends forever right? But it doesn’t happen. You drift, prioritize and eventually you’re just friends. Not the greatest of friends, not the closest. Just friends.
But it’s okay, because while they’re moving on, you are too. And you don’t even notice it’s gone, until you find a tshirt they gave you on graduation.
