Clung

On the first day of kindergarten, we clung to our mother's legs, begging them to not make us enter that room full of other screaming children.  We went anyway.

On the first day of the first grade, we clung to our father's hand, begging them to not make us enter that room full of new games and learning experiences.  We went anyway.

On the first day of middle school, we clung to our best friends, begging them not to forget us when they made new friends, promising not to forget them, either.  We forgot them, anyway.

On the first day of high school, we clung to our best friends, begging them to not stab us in the backs and share our secrets.  They never accepted the promise, but we loved them anyway. 

On the first day of university, we clung to our parents, begging them to not forget to write every day, like we would do in return.   They did, even if we forgot to every now and then.  

When we cling to each other, I whisper how much I love you, and I've realized over the years that I don't need to beg you to love me back.

The End

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