Enchanted

Your eyes whisper "Have we met?", across the room your silhouette, starts to make its way towards me. The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you... 

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      Have you ever known someone...yet not really known them? A person who you could say you're close to, but in reality, you know nothing about them except for what sits on the surface. Somebody who you want terribly to know better. I know someone like this. And I had the amazing chance recently to see past the surface. To actually have a glimpse of the wonderful person awaiting underneath that surface. And it truly was enchanting...

Middle School

...is a place that I never want to go back to. Ever. Ever!
I mean, I used to think that I would like to. Even before this year, I wished I could go back to 7th grade. But I've grown up a lot this year, realized a lot, and realized that Middle School was some of the worst time of my life. Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of good times in Middle School too. I became good friends with two people who have remained some of my best friends in the world. I had fun, liked boys, got good grades. It was actually a super good time at first glance.
But at second glance, you would think I was a flame thrower due to all the bridges I burned. And I mean, over what? Over dumb, trivial things. Over drama. Over tiny things that ended up snowballing into huge fights and sudden endings of friendships. And even though I gained two, I also lost two of my very best friends in the world due to Middle School. And I didn't even go to school all three years of it! So that much damage was done in two years.
Would I like to go back?
No thanks.
But sometimes it seems like I am back there. Drama. That one person you can't stand, so you ignore them. Or talk about them behind their back. Or both. Drama.
Now, honestly, I avoid that stuff like the plague because of everything that has happened that drama has caused. But sometimes it just swarms, and you can't avoid it. And then you're caught up in this huge, ugly thing that won't release you.
I miss elementary school.