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It worries me, at times, how insecure you could be. The way you talk about yourself as if you don’t matter; as if you don’t light up a room when you walk in; as if you don’t see my cheeks slightly blush when I am able to make you smile; as if you don’t know you’re loved oh so much.

You’re something special. I wish you could see that. I wish I could make you see that. 

It worries me, at times, how insecure you could be. The way you talk about yourself as if you don’t matter; as if you don’t light up a room when you walk in; as if you don’t see my cheeks slightly blush when I am able to make you smile; as if you don’t know you’re loved oh so much.

You’re something special. I wish you could see that. I wish I could make you see that. 

Thrift shop

The other day I was with a friend of mine thrift store shopping. As I was walking through one of the isles a few uniforms caught my attention. One was a red soccer jersey from my old middle school; the other was a black t-shirt with teal and silver letters ironed on. I laughed thinking about my long awkward stage that last throughout most of high school.

When we were in line, though, it occurred to me, both those shirts were from the years I graduated middle and high school, and they were both specifically from that graduating class, so that means that the shirts I picked up once belonged to someone I knew. My mind started racking up old memories from middle school, and all the kids I knew who were on the soccer team, and then to my high school, who, that I knew and was friends with, owned that specific shirt. And then I thought about the people I have met since middle school, and how only a few have of those have stayed in my life, and then how I barely talk to anyone from high school. And it’s amazing to realize how many people come and go into your life, and how although you might have barely known them, for some reason or the other, they stay on your mind because someway somehow for a short period of time your lives interconnected by some cosmic force that you have no control over. And then it kind of excited and saddened me at the same time because then I wondered…does anyone remember me?