Get your fork off my plate >.>
It seems whenever I'm lonely, you're the person I call to hang out with. It seems we talk for 10-15 minutes, joking around about what we want to do before I end up heading over to your house. I arrive, we go in your room. You lay on your right side and me on my left, facing one another...our legs loosely entangled in one another's. You're the only person I've ever been able to lay like that with and not feel like I was suffocating. You always had the sweet touch about you, brushing hair out of my face and just watching me sleep when I was too exhausted to do anything else.
I look back on that time, when you were my entire world. I broke up with him and ended up with you somehow. It was almost as if I retraced my steps in the past back to high school and there you were, sitting on the picnic table...I sat on your lap, facing you...again, you were the only one I could actually be okay sitting on their lap as such...it's always so uncomfortable, but not with you. Sometime during that week, you walked me to the truck and kissed me goodbye. That was quite an awkward night...I don't remember much, just that we laughed about it and I headed home. We started hanging out more and just kind of fell into a solid rhythm, for at least a little while.
I don't know exactly when it all sort-of faded away, but it did. We lost a strong friendship, but somehow stumbled our way back. I think we were an idealistic hope that we had in high school, when we were both semi-"innocent." I grew up after I graduated...you noticed. You didn't like it much. I wasn't the same girl you knew, but then again, you weren't the same guy, either. I remember the first time...it was one of those awkward, yet magical moments that you never forget. I don't really remember where we ever stood. I remember times that you had me smiling from ear to ear and others when I was ripping my hair out, bawling, trying to figure out what was going out.
I realize we weren't ever really what we should have been as a couple. Your heart was elsewhere, as was mine. You weren't him and he's who I wanted. I wasn't her and she was the one you wanted. Two years...those two years were the hardest years I've had in my life and I would have given anything to get them back and to go through all of it all over again for another two years. Him and I stayed close the entire time you and I were together. We weren't really over one another, I knew that, but I wanted you and I felt maybe I had a better chance to be happy if I were with you over him. I was unfortunately wrong and I lost a really good friend in the process. You and I made our way back to where we were in high school...him and I never did and I don't think I'll ever be okay with that.
You and I had a break-up much like him and I did...a screaming match...neither of us admitting we did anything wrong, though we both knew deep down that we did. You ended up with her, the one your heart desired, but it didn't last long. Somehow you ended up coming back to me for comfort. I guess that's who I was for most guys...a comfort zone...a buffer between what's really happening and what they would like to happen. I don't blame you for that--I think I put myself in that position. It's kind of funny, though, because we always wind up in the same position we were in before--limbo. It's just how we are...like a safety net in case we ever get lonely and just need someone, anyone to be there next to us...I think we are that for each other. I think we always will be and I kinda like it that way.
I look back on that time, when you were my entire world. I broke up with him and ended up with you somehow. It was almost as if I retraced my steps in the past back to high school and there you were, sitting on the picnic table...I sat on your lap, facing you...again, you were the only one I could actually be okay sitting on their lap as such...it's always so uncomfortable, but not with you. Sometime during that week, you walked me to the truck and kissed me goodbye. That was quite an awkward night...I don't remember much, just that we laughed about it and I headed home. We started hanging out more and just kind of fell into a solid rhythm, for at least a little while.
I don't know exactly when it all sort-of faded away, but it did. We lost a strong friendship, but somehow stumbled our way back. I think we were an idealistic hope that we had in high school, when we were both semi-"innocent." I grew up after I graduated...you noticed. You didn't like it much. I wasn't the same girl you knew, but then again, you weren't the same guy, either. I remember the first time...it was one of those awkward, yet magical moments that you never forget. I don't really remember where we ever stood. I remember times that you had me smiling from ear to ear and others when I was ripping my hair out, bawling, trying to figure out what was going out.
I realize we weren't ever really what we should have been as a couple. Your heart was elsewhere, as was mine. You weren't him and he's who I wanted. I wasn't her and she was the one you wanted. Two years...those two years were the hardest years I've had in my life and I would have given anything to get them back and to go through all of it all over again for another two years. Him and I stayed close the entire time you and I were together. We weren't really over one another, I knew that, but I wanted you and I felt maybe I had a better chance to be happy if I were with you over him. I was unfortunately wrong and I lost a really good friend in the process. You and I made our way back to where we were in high school...him and I never did and I don't think I'll ever be okay with that.
You and I had a break-up much like him and I did...a screaming match...neither of us admitting we did anything wrong, though we both knew deep down that we did. You ended up with her, the one your heart desired, but it didn't last long. Somehow you ended up coming back to me for comfort. I guess that's who I was for most guys...a comfort zone...a buffer between what's really happening and what they would like to happen. I don't blame you for that--I think I put myself in that position. It's kind of funny, though, because we always wind up in the same position we were in before--limbo. It's just how we are...like a safety net in case we ever get lonely and just need someone, anyone to be there next to us...I think we are that for each other. I think we always will be and I kinda like it that way.