She said she'd miss me.
"think of all those good times"
I nodded, smiled, didn't know how to say goodbye so I delved into the past.
I grinned despite myself, "remember the burrito dance?"
keeps saying it's not over, that we'll see each other in the weekends, the holidays,
"more fun times to come! You haven't escaped me yet Jenny Parker!",
I try not to cry,
I make her promise to text me, phone me, snapchat me, email me,
then we do our handshake of 4 years, since yr7,
"4, 3,2,1 carrot potatoe cabbage pax".