Love... I think.
It's weird how a single picture can make the feelings we felt so long ago come rushing back. Or is it kind of a pain. I look to these old pictures for a fiendly reminder and am instead slapped in the face with the fact that I never did anything about how I felt about her. I remember so well when we would hang out all the time during summer. And now she's gone... I haven't seen her in years. Literally. How depressing. So I sit here in bed thinking about her. Even though I know she is happy with another friend of mine. But I can see her so clearly in my mind. Her red shirt drapped about her so haphazardly, barely holding on to her. Her brown hair(now black, which kind of is more allurring), she's not wearing glasses in the picture but she is in my mind. How I would have loved to have just taken the chance and kissed her, even if she would have hated me I would have known, right. I hate this feeling. I'll get to see her again eventually, obviously hiding my feelings. Just burry them away. I wish...
But wishing isn't for the rational now is it?
I'm glad no one will ever see this, or for the most part understand who it is I'm talking about.
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