In Kindergarten, we became friends;
your name was Ben. In First Grade, we shared our snacks; you helped me up when I tripped on the crack. In Second Grade, you became my best friend; I asked to use some crayons that you let me lend. In Third Grade, you came over my house and we played; I knew our relationship would never fade. In Fourth Grade, you would hug me everyday; hugging you back was all I could do or say. In Fifth Grade, we sat on the school bus together; I knew elementary school would be something to remember. In Sixth Grade, you carried my books; everyone gave us looks. In Seventh Grade, you were my first kiss; I knew next year you would be the one I was going to miss. In Eighth Grade, you had to move to another school; I did not find it all that cool. In High School, we didn't really keep in touch. I got to College and you were there; at first, we didn't talk, I began to think you didn't seem to care. All through College we started to talk again, I knew since Kindergarten you'd always be my best friend. On Graduation Day, you got down on one knee; and you simply asked, "Will you marry me?".♥
*Written by me, - school project.