The Little Things

°T H E. L I T T L E. T H I N G S•

UNKNOWN POINT OF VIEW

S.S.2, the last year to finally catch cruise, laugh freely, party too much, date excess, lose yourself, or find yourself.

It was the year for play before you go to S.S.3 and bury yourself in studies.

It was the year to live once.

Everything was perfect.

' But then we realized, it can't be perfect when perfection doesn't exist '

The year that was meant to be fun-filled was instead pulled into the ever twisting turning life of Irene.

Everything just had to be about her, everyone had to circulate around her.

Loving parents, boys at her feet, friends all over and me, what was I?

The second.

I wanted more, needed more, craved more.

I wanted to be first, not after Irene.

I wanted to be her.

But the death of someone opened my eyes, opened Irene's eyes, opened our sets eyes, we found ourselves understanding, appreciating, so much.

I found myself learning, that Irene's life wasn't a bed of roses either.

Her life was even one of the worsts.

I regretted my actions, thoughts, and feelings.

The snide remarks, backward glare, everything.

I wanted to take it back, but I guess, it happened for a reason.

This is my thoughts on what happened.

How everything that was intricately placed turned into a never-ending nightmare.

This is how I realized 'The little things.'

This; is how it all started.