Oh Dee...

Nov 05, 2005 02:55

She told me that she couldn't write music without me.
I couldn't either.
She told me that she thought about me a lot.
I did too.
She hinted that she wasn't allowed to talk to me.
I knew this.
She asked me if I was really ok.
She knew I wasn't.
She told me she never hated me.
I never hated her either.
She made fun of me for being old.
I told her she was only 8 months younger and she was on her way.
She gave me shit for always dating the 18 year olds and told me that I was like 40.
Asshole.
We made sick jokes and it almost seemed like we never stopped talking.
I wanted to tell her that things haven't been the same since we stopped talking.
I wanted to tell her that she should have said goodbye when she left San Diego.
I wanted to say that I know we'll be able to hang out again one day.
I wanted to say that we had(have) a friendship that could never be replaced.
But if we are as connected as I know we are.. I know I don't have to say those things.

I wish I could hang out with her right now.
I wish that we could continue writing the music we used to write.
I wish that we could make sick jokes together... be dumb fucks together... and laugh our asses off.

But that time isn't now...

Baby steps.

Some day.
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