oh brother
im remember...on this lonely night. our late night phone calls. do you remember when you said you wanted to commit suicide?how could you forget of course. you called me up, crying. and i barely knew you. you were the football star...i was just a pom. i had talked to you a little for the past week. what did i say to you? do you remember? i dont. at all. i just remember you crying. hard. and me knowing my life would never be the same. i was going to be there for you always. im sorry things had to end up the way they did. i will always stick upfor you no matter what....im sorry you couldn't for me. you thought you didn't deserve her....but i knew all along she was not good enough for you...im sorry she broke your heart. this senior year wasn't meant to be so much damage. my favorite thing about us was walking into starbucks and having you need me to order for you because you didn't get it. then sitting down and just talking. like we did everynight on the phone. but this was so much more real. and thenseeing people from school come in, not knowing we were friends, and being shocked. i loved how people would awquardly aproach us and try to get a clue as if we were dating. we wouldn't have been a good couple. we argued all the time, and we always made up, no matter what. i know i have my license, and you have yours. we could drive to eachother anytime we wanted. everytime i hear stop and stare i think of how you sang that so loud. but then all the bad whirls in too. remember our last fight? forever? the one where we faught about the song boston by augustana. and then we continued to fight about how you don't know who i really am because im always too busy just listening about you. and then i told you not to drop me off at home, but at the park...so i could run home. and you grabbed my book..the one you designed the cover for....and slammed it on the ground. and got in your car..and drove off. the last thing i saw was you loooking back at me sitting there crying as you turned the corner...and i heard your car screach because i knew you wanted to get away just as much as i did.