Dave, I really am sorry for not being able to come over tonight. Besides the fact that I am super tired tonight, my mom gave me the underlying guilt of "You know, if you drive over to see Dave, if you get a flat tired, you'll have nothing to bail you out..." I got a flat on the way to school today and we used up the spare.... blah blah blah basically she doesn't really want me driving any where unnecessary (Like to visit a friend right before he leaves?!) until we get the spare back. I'm really sorry.... I'm glad I got to see you a little tonight at practice, but no hugs until you shower *huggles*
Thats not what really bugged me. It was when i came to hear you sing, and play, and even though Charolette was there and Greebs came in, you told me to get out. I'm not gonna hear you perform during a performance. I'm not gonna be able to see you in concert. I'm leaving. You make me so happy. I may look distant or lost. But when i am with you, i'm extreemly content with life. And then to be told to get out. no reason or anything. Ok.
I will always love you, but am confused, dave
p.s. I didn't run to school so i wasn't sweaty and had showered just before i walked there.
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I love you,
Rebecca
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I will always love you, but am confused,
dave
p.s. I didn't run to school so i wasn't sweaty and had showered just before i walked there.
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