I would like to clarify that this is not going to be a normal journal for me. This isn't going to make any sense. There is just so much not said, so I have to say it. And I didn't know where else.

Odd, that it took so long to see that I had the option. Not just to get in, and arrive at the doctors on time, but to know you.

And we are different types, you and I, from different homes with different friends. But you still gave me that option.

I didn't return the favor. I was too intimidated, and stupid. I did my best to form a barrier, and so I still don't know you.

But I'm going to miss you. It may seem like we are becoming part of different worlds, but we are not.

We still have this part of our lives that is not quite over. As a memory, maybe a regret.

The time of our lives where we both sat there, guns loaded, unable to shoot.