Sonntag, 25. Januar 2009 um 19:43
I drove by you yesterday. I haven't seen you in years I might say. I don't know for sure, just whenever that memorial thing was. You looked good. I hadn't seen you in person with your hair that short. You were in a red pick up, it was shiny, so either you take good care of it, or it's a company car. Every now and then I think about you, I don't really know what I think though, I just think of you. But today I thought about the time you tried walking me out to my car to help carry my stuff even though I only had a backpack and my teddy. You had my teddy. :) I stopped you because I wasn't sure how my dad would take it. I was only 16 and you were 19 but you could definitely be mistaken for older. Besides I didn't want my parents to tell me I couldn't go over there anymore. I would have been really sad. I wonder now how things might have gone differently had I let you come out. I also thought about the fact that I can't remember when or why you didn't like me anymore. It was abrupt. The last time we spoke it was over AIM, I ended the conversation because you were being an asshole for no reason. I told you to have a good life. It might still be on my computer somewhere. Even if we were never really together, we were always happy and good to each other. I really wish I knew why you pushed me away.
It was a bittersweet day, your grandfather's funeral. You looked so handsome with your blue and white striped shirt and it was strange that you sat real close to me with your arm around me. It wasn't much like you. You seemed more happy than usual to be around me. That was my favorite day of you...
It was a bittersweet day, your grandfather's funeral. You looked so handsome with your blue and white striped shirt and it was strange that you sat real close to me with your arm around me. It wasn't much like you. You seemed more happy than usual to be around me. That was my favorite day of you...