All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Simple Science
The boy I want to call with sketchbooks filled with all kinds of jawns and skin made of the same fabric of my sheets doesn’t exist anymore. The hockey rinks where I cheered for him in the stands, wearing one of his jerseys have closed down. Just after we decided to put up for sale signs inside of each other. He used to send me music and pictures of art that reminded him of me because I hadn’t felt him on my neck in a while. He was the part of me that was still a kid even though we both lost our innocence a long time ago, and we can never go back. We came to the terms that people change, and they don’t change back. I don’t know how we forgot, there’s no changing simple science. The way you can’t make pancakes back into batter.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
You can't undo change, no matter how bad you want to. And it sucks and it hurts but in the long run it's almost always for the best.