Iron Man.

I’m 16 years old, and it makes me cringe to say it. I get the usual – “NOOO WAY!” reply each time I do, and it makes me feel about nine. People tell me that I am mature for my age, and it’s true, I can’t wait to finish school, get away from all the people who have blemished the face of these past 6 years, go to University (which shall remain a retrospective blur of drunken nights and hangovers) and travel all over the world facing fears and creating memories with the people who I want to be with.

But what do you do when someone who has been such a big influence on you, over such a small space of time, moves on onto these bigger and better things that you only dare dream about?

I’m envious, because whilst i’m stuck here eagerly waiting, watching the clock tick and the calandar pages turn, I know he’s out there seeing these spectacular sights and meeting the people who will be invaluable to him as this time progresses.

It makes me wonder, that sometimes you can get so engrossed in your own miniscule world, that you forget that the people around you are living their lives, constantly moving and searching for their happiness as well as yourself. I think that my friend will be one of those people who you will always remember that flies in and touches your life, then swoops back out again, yet you know that you’ll definately meet again. Little things serve as constant reminders, Iron Man comics, Twister the game, terrible hawaiian shirts and a small brown bracelet, to name but a few.

I could be sad that he is leaving, and exploring the world, or I can be content, knowing that my time will (eventually) come.

I’m staying positive.

S.E.M