I've always heard about the senior & freshman duo. I've always thought it was sweet. I never thought I would make it to high school to experience it. Then I did. Once I realized I was going to make it, I started wondering what the senior would be like. I never would have imagined they would have been like you. but after meeting you i'd never trade it for the world. You told me about yourself, and how at one point you were in a similar place as me. In more than one way. You also told me that a senior had to leave you too. You said that you never thought a freshman would talk and be friends with you, 'cause you were a dickhead. At first I wasn't going to talk to you but then you talked to me and I got to know you and I got comfortable. So far I am the only one who talks to you, at least the only one you actually like. Becoming this duo with you didn't just give me a friend, or mentor it gave me a brother. And one day it'll be my turn to be the senior.
*optional to read.* This is a poem I wrote to my best friend who I consider my brother. yes he was a senior and I'm a freshman. he's graduated and said he'll always talk to me not matter what. You changed my life for a better, if it wasn't for you I would have never talked to anyone on the wrestling team. I would have still been one of the two girls there who rarely talked. You made me comfortable to be there and made me feel accepted. You were the first to talk to me on the team, and you were also the first one in or duo to get comfortable and open up. you said you viewed me as a younger sister and that made me very happy. you were ready to fight the person who sa'd me when I told you about them. you were ready to fight anyone who hurt or was being mean to me. no matter how old he was or what exactly he did, even if you didn't know them you were going to fight them. you let me give you the nickname buttercup even though you thought it was kind of goofy and somewhat feminine, but you still let me call you it, and you find it sweet. you were the first person to tell me your proud of me and have me actually believe it. I gave him a copy of the poem and he said he cried while reading it and was going to keep it forever and take it to college. I cant wait to meet your kids one day. I love you very much buttercup, and thank you.
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