04/11/06
That dreadful day is coming up,
I know I'm not completely over you. I think you aren't either.
The first time we broke up it was because things weren't working. I was trying to make you jealous or something because since we are long distance, I don't know what you're doing. You have all these beautiful girls that were friends, made me jealous =\. Eh, we wanted to remain friends.
BUT YOU KNOW HOW THAT WORKS OUT...
After what, eight months? We had random "hellos" or "fags" here and there. Then, things came up again and I guessed we picked up everything after that. I really was happy because I still couldn't let you go. We talked, then you wanted to rush everything and get back together. I'm not that kind of person. I said if we saw each other another time, I'll ask him to get back together. He knew as well as I did that that was not going to happen. Oh well, we worked somewhat for a month or so. It's alright though. I do think we aren't meant to be together, but we still have these feelings :(. That dreadful day where we first hooked up has always had many coinceidences. I spelled that word wrong, oh well. Anyways, every time I look at the clock I see "4:11." My first softball game is on 4/11. I don't know what is happening or whatever. I don't think you even remember the date. Well, I am a girl and we do tend to think more than guys. *Sigh, we aren't talking anymore. I confessed how I felt about you through some shitty ass message. If I see you when I'm older, then I'll know it was "fate." Hah, my ass.
I know I'm not completely over you. I think you aren't either.
The first time we broke up it was because things weren't working. I was trying to make you jealous or something because since we are long distance, I don't know what you're doing. You have all these beautiful girls that were friends, made me jealous =\. Eh, we wanted to remain friends.
BUT YOU KNOW HOW THAT WORKS OUT...
After what, eight months? We had random "hellos" or "fags" here and there. Then, things came up again and I guessed we picked up everything after that. I really was happy because I still couldn't let you go. We talked, then you wanted to rush everything and get back together. I'm not that kind of person. I said if we saw each other another time, I'll ask him to get back together. He knew as well as I did that that was not going to happen. Oh well, we worked somewhat for a month or so. It's alright though. I do think we aren't meant to be together, but we still have these feelings :(. That dreadful day where we first hooked up has always had many coinceidences. I spelled that word wrong, oh well. Anyways, every time I look at the clock I see "4:11." My first softball game is on 4/11. I don't know what is happening or whatever. I don't think you even remember the date. Well, I am a girl and we do tend to think more than guys. *Sigh, we aren't talking anymore. I confessed how I felt about you through some shitty ass message. If I see you when I'm older, then I'll know it was "fate." Hah, my ass.