It's been awhile, Will.
Since I went to the funeral, I've realized how out of it I've been. I don't belong with the grievers, the others who knew you, who talked to you.
I don't and will never belong with them.
Because I Never Knew You.
Up until the funeral.
I didn't know that your uncle had a farm, and that you worked hard with him every summer. I didn't know that you look a lot different from your older sister. I didn't know that you were one of the most kind people others in the room had ever met.
I didn't know.
I don't deserve to be with them.
I don't deserve the sick feeling in my stomach, the one that aches to know someone better when there are others that might of known him better than he knew himself.
Who were your friends, Will?
Did they care?
Do they care?
Are you finally in peace?
YOU ARE READING
Now You Know Me.
Non-FictionThere are others. Others who felt the impact way more than I did- others that it directly affected. I'm just a girl that was in his grade, was aware of his existence. Went to the same school as him, three lockers down. So why was it so life-changin...
