A one x one between Lilian Gray and Discordant. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Childhood marked the time of missing teeth, untied shoelaces, and the call for a mother when we fell too hard on the pavement. The playground was the biggest world we knew, and our backyard some untold story from another universe. The little yellow lot, that was my house. Aged shingles marked the dried roof, cracked paint ran along the sides between the garage and the main house. It was in dire need of a good coat of paint, but it was our safe haven. When you came, we'd play astronaut together, Indiana Jones, or whatever we wanted. The world was ours, and we were innocent enough to be safe from the tragedy just off the curb. "Can I sit with you?" Middle school, that was awkward for both of us. We never lost touch though. Even if I was the strange redhead in the back of class, and you the corresponding clown, we still managed to click together in a harmonious little pair. Just the two of us. From time to time, we would fight, but who didn't? Puberty was a weird time for both of us. You got taller, I became more feminine, and playing doctor in the backyard was territory forgotten. "Who are you taking to prom?" Affections were lost on each other. Unrequited love is painful and often times an awkward series of events. Maybe I should have paid more attention when you serenaded me to old time love songs in the borrowed cars of our parents. Maybe you should have noticed the extra attention, the sidelong glance from behind a curtain of hair. We were only human, and what we notice is often beyond what we understand. I left. You left. College? It was a mystery what had happened to us, and there's only one thing to say now that you're gone... "I miss you."