Tomorrow is your last day.
And the weird part is
Everything still looks normal.
The halls are still loud,
The greenhouse is still hot as hell,
people are still laughing like nothing’s changing—
But it is.
I went from not knowing you at all
to you becoming one of my best friends
in one school year.
That’s crazy to think about.
Now I can’t picture this place
without you in it.
I keep thinking about the small stuff.
Sitting in the greenhouse,
sunlight hitting the plastic walls,
everybody talking over each other,
You're laughing at something dumb,
I'm laughing harder because of it.
Those random moments
became my favourite parts of school.
Not classes.
Not lunch.
Not anything important.
Just chilling.
You always made everything feel easy.
Easy to laugh.
Easy to relax.
Easy to just exist around somebody.
Even when we were high,
you’d still check on me without making it obvious.
Just a quiet
“you good?”
like it was nothing.
But it wasn’t anything to me.
And I keep thinking about that day outside
When you told me to come sit on the stairs
and watch the ******** tournament with y’all.
Such a random memory.
But I think that’s why it matters.
Because friendships are built out of random moments
That doesn’t seem important
until they’re almost over.
Now there’s an actual date attached to all of this.
May 22nd, 2026.
7 PM.
Football field lights.
Caps and gowns.
Your name over the speakers.
And I already know
That’s when it’s gonna hit me.
That after tomorrow,
There’s no more randomly seeing you around school.
No more greenhouse days.
No more hearing your voice somewhere nearby.
No more “you coming”
Just memories
stuck in places you used to be.
And honestly,
That *****
Because you’re funny af,
chill af,
and one of the realest people I met this year.
You made school feel less awkward.
Less lonely.
You made me feel included
without even trying.
And I don’t think you realise
How much that meant to me.
I know you’re gonna do well after graduation.
I know you and Taylor are gonna be good, too.
I just wish there were more time.
But I guess that’s the thing about graduation—
Someone leaves,
And everybody else has to learn
How to be there without them.
So I guess this is goodbye.
Goodbye to greenhouse days.
Goodbye to random laughs.
Goodbye to seeing you in the halls every other day.
And goodbye to one of the best friends
I got it during my freshman year.
I’m really gonna miss you
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 10:10 PM UTC
Tomorrow is your last day.
And the weird part is
Everything still looks normal.
The halls are still loud,
The greenhouse is still hot as hell,
people are still laughing like nothing’s changing—
But it is.
I went from not knowing you at all
to you becoming one of my best friends
in one school year.
That’s crazy to think about.
Now I can’t picture this place
without you in it.
I keep thinking about the small stuff.
Sitting in the greenhouse,
sunlight hitting the plastic walls,
everybody talking over each other,
You're laughing at something dumb,
I'm laughing harder because of it.
Those random moments
became my favourite parts of school.
Not classes.
Not lunch.
Not anything important.
Just chilling.
You always made everything feel easy.
Easy to laugh.
Easy to relax.
Easy to just exist around somebody.
Even when we were high,
you’d still check on me without making it obvious.
Just a quiet
“you good?”
like it was nothing.
But it wasn’t anything to me.
And I keep thinking about that day outside
When you told me to come sit on the stairs
and watch the ******** tournament with y’all.
Such a random memory.
But I think that’s why it matters.
Because friendships are built out of random moments
That doesn’t seem important
until they’re almost over.
Now there’s an actual date attached to all of this.
May 22nd, 2026.
7 PM.
Football field lights.
Caps and gowns.
Your name over the speakers.
And I already know
That’s when it’s gonna hit me.
That after tomorrow,
There’s no more randomly seeing you around school.
No more greenhouse days.
No more hearing your voice somewhere nearby.
No more “you coming”
Just memories
stuck in places you used to be.
And honestly,
That *****
Because you’re funny af,
chill af,
and one of the realest people I met this year.
You made school feel less awkward.
Less lonely.
You made me feel included
without even trying.
And I don’t think you realise
How much that meant to me.
I know you’re gonna do well after graduation.
I know you and Taylor are gonna be good, too.
I just wish there were more time.
But I guess that’s the thing about graduation—
Someone leaves,
And everybody else has to learn
How to be there without them.
So I guess this is goodbye.
Goodbye to greenhouse days.
Goodbye to random laughs.
Goodbye to seeing you in the halls every other day.
And goodbye to one of the best friends
I got it during my freshman year.
I’m really gonna miss you
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