pinky promise;
Every day, upon sitting down in our 3rd period class, my friend Heather and I turn to each other and lock our pinky fingers together. Originally we made sure to recite a verbal swear along with the gesture, but now we typically tend to do it in silence - although its meaning remains just as powerful. It represents my promise to never go back to pining after a prior crush of mine, one who never cared for me and never quite will. It serves as a reminder that we shouldn't waste our time on those who don't wish to spend their time with us. It cements what I've repeatedly said over the summer - even specifically stated over one late-night text messaging session. "I'm never ever going back to liking [him]. Promise. *holds up pinky*" reads a message timestamped at 4:06 AM. She responded agreeing that, from now on, we'll only go for guys who actually treat us with respect and care. Guys that treat us like we matter to them. It's our new school year resolution. Because, hey, she's gone through her fair share of cruddy boys, too. We all have. I see our friend Katelyn on the way to 7th hour, and we make the same pinky promise in the hall as I spot my ex-crush standing outside of my classroom. It's a reminder to stay strong, a reminder that she's always going to be there for me through everything, just as she's always been. It reminds me that times are always changing, and, yet, he'll never change his mind about me. But, then again, times are always changing, and I'm not a naive freshman girl anymore, nor am I even a sophomore. I've changed. I used to like him; now I don't. I've decided for myself that I truly deserve better, and I love myself enough not to put myself through that kind of distress ever again. I swear on some of my closest friends, so if I were to ever even vaguely consider falling through, I'd remember not to break my promises. And I remember why I made that promise in the first place. I remember all that I've gone through with this boy, all the times he made me feel virtually worthless. In turn, my friends remember my story, and, together, we come out even stronger than before. We promise, we will. ♥
Every day, upon sitting down in our 3rd period class, my friend Heather and I turn to each other and lock our pinky fingers together. Originally we made sure to recite a verbal swear along with the gesture, but now we typically tend to do it in silence - although its meaning remains just as powerful. It represents my promise to never go back to pining after a prior crush of mine, one who never cared for me and never quite will. It serves as a reminder that we shouldn't waste our time on those who don't wish to spend their time with us. It cements what I've repeatedly said over the summer - even specifically stated over one late-night text messaging session. "I'm never ever going back to liking [him]. Promise. *holds up pinky*" reads a message timestamped at 4:06 AM. She responded agreeing that, from now on, we'll only go for guys who actually treat us with respect and care. Guys that treat us like we matter to them. It's our new school year resolution. Because, hey, she's gone through her fair share of cruddy boys, too. We all have. I see our friend Katelyn on the way to 7th hour, and we make the same pinky promise in the hall as I spot my ex-crush standing outside of my classroom. It's a reminder to stay strong, a reminder that she's always going to be there for me through everything, just as she's always been. It reminds me that times are always changing, and, yet, he'll never change his mind about me. But, then again, times are always changing, and I'm not a naive freshman girl anymore, nor am I even a sophomore. I've changed. I used to like him; now I don't. I've decided for myself that I truly deserve better, and I love myself enough not to put myself through that kind of distress ever again. I swear on some of my closest friends, so if I were to ever even vaguely consider falling through, I'd remember not to break my promises. And I remember why I made that promise in the first place. I remember all that I've gone through with this boy, all the times he made me feel virtually worthless. In turn, my friends remember my story, and, together, we come out even stronger than before. We promise, we will. ♥
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