those were our times...
I miss when we had sleepovers and stayed up all night eating and pausing the VCR at certain points so we could catch glimpses of peepees. But now you’re gone and the last REAL sleepover was years ago, and the other night your house felt so unfamiliar to me; I felt like a stranger.
I miss when you used to drive me home late at night and you’d do the Turkey Hill loop 3 times so we could give each other “special” tips and advice. You’ve taught me everything I know. I wish we were young and adventurous again and we still talked like that… or at all.
I miss the time we used to sit on skateboards in my driveway and talk about pointless things and that one time you rolled away and yelled “Stella!”. But now there’s no time to be that carefree and we’re always so busy, and I think someone has taken my place.
I miss when we sat in the backseat crying from laughter at the dancing stick-worm on his shoulder. It used to be we were so simple like that, having fun and finding fun in the little things in life. I wonder if you think about those times as much as I do.
I miss that time you cried and walked to my house and I wasn’t home so my dad offered to drive you back, but fate had it so that I’d be coming home right as he left… so we walked around town and were there for each other. I wish I was still a walk away.
I miss that time late at night I called you out of the blue but got your voicemail, and then 2 minutes later you called me on your house phone not knowing I had just called. But now all your phone says is “Someday you will find me…” and I don’t know where you’ve been hiding and I miss you.
And then I miss that time in my old room. When we danced to our song and you cried out of happiness and I cried out of happiness and we held each other and it felt so right. We haven’t danced in forever; I hope you still love me that much.
It's weird how you can be so happy one minute and then one song evokes all these feelings. Life is so strange!
Last night we lost power and when it came back on my favorite smoke detector went off. "QUICK. GET OUT. THERE IS SMOKE FILLING THE ROOM". Then my dad ran into all our rooms wearing nothing but his underwear and yelled because nobody got up and we'd probably all be dead if it were a real fire.
I miss when you used to drive me home late at night and you’d do the Turkey Hill loop 3 times so we could give each other “special” tips and advice. You’ve taught me everything I know. I wish we were young and adventurous again and we still talked like that… or at all.
I miss the time we used to sit on skateboards in my driveway and talk about pointless things and that one time you rolled away and yelled “Stella!”. But now there’s no time to be that carefree and we’re always so busy, and I think someone has taken my place.
I miss when we sat in the backseat crying from laughter at the dancing stick-worm on his shoulder. It used to be we were so simple like that, having fun and finding fun in the little things in life. I wonder if you think about those times as much as I do.
I miss that time you cried and walked to my house and I wasn’t home so my dad offered to drive you back, but fate had it so that I’d be coming home right as he left… so we walked around town and were there for each other. I wish I was still a walk away.
I miss that time late at night I called you out of the blue but got your voicemail, and then 2 minutes later you called me on your house phone not knowing I had just called. But now all your phone says is “Someday you will find me…” and I don’t know where you’ve been hiding and I miss you.
And then I miss that time in my old room. When we danced to our song and you cried out of happiness and I cried out of happiness and we held each other and it felt so right. We haven’t danced in forever; I hope you still love me that much.
It's weird how you can be so happy one minute and then one song evokes all these feelings. Life is so strange!
Last night we lost power and when it came back on my favorite smoke detector went off. "QUICK. GET OUT. THERE IS SMOKE FILLING THE ROOM". Then my dad ran into all our rooms wearing nothing but his underwear and yelled because nobody got up and we'd probably all be dead if it were a real fire.