When I was little, I had to move from one state to another.
I don't remember hating it, because the only important person I was leaving behind was a boy.
When I was 6, I stopped going to kindergarten because I was getting bored of the repetitive lessons.
I don't remember crying or being sad that I won't get to see my friends anymore.
I was okay with changes. Nothing and no one had a permanent spot in me.
When I started elementary, I made friends on the first day of class.
And I tried sticking with the same group of friends for 6 years.
I guess I wanted something permanent for once. Well, that didn't last.
And the moving continued. From one middle school to another.
From a middle school in my city to a high school in another state.
On and on the moving continued. I was okay. Changes are fun.
Changes are fun. Only when it comes to me.
Changes are not fun when it happens to you. You.
You who I used to talk to everyday. You who used to ask me if I'm okay.
When I think of hating changes, I never think of me.
I think of us.
I loved changes so much that I forgot that you had to go through it too.
Changes are not fun anymore. It made me lose you.
I like us. And for once, I liked permanence.
