He sat next to me for a year. We fought every single day in class. He hit me with his ruler, I scratched him with my pen. He splashed water at me, I kicked his leg. He pulled my ponytail, I put glue on his chair. He scribbled my books, I scribbled his white shirt. Yeah, we were childish then.
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However, he became my brother on the last day of school. Now that we're apart, probably have not seen each other for 4 or 5 years, we still insult each other like we used to. But this time, we knew, both of us have grown up.
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Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time and have that innocence again.
This is beautiful ;)
