Robber
I just woke up from a dream I had with Mason. It took place in school around November of 2004 when I didn't even know her. I was walking around the school and I remembered she was still in the school. I ran to her science class and noticed she was in the back of the class room and I asked her to come out. When she came out she said "Hey, what's up?". She still had her light brown hair and her glasses she barely wears anymore. Her ring was on her index finger and she played with it taking it off and putting it back on. It reminded me of the first time we saw each other after we started hanging out the day after the Naked Riot show at CBGBs. Ha I remember the day too. February 6th. It was a Sunday. First kiss. Anyways back to the dream. I looked at her and man....she looked so different back then. I remember. I barely remember anything but I remembered this so clearly. I hate it how lately I hear my mom on the phone talking about me how I don't want to wear my two near pairs of sneakers and I look like a bum and then she brings up Mason. She still thinks I'm with her and she says "I don't know how he has such a beautiful and smart girlfriend". Yesterday my next door neighbor who has met Mason asked me in the morning "Why haven't I seen your beautiful girlfriend around? She's so beautiful, god bless her". I simply said to her "She's been real busy with stuff". I really am losing something so precious and I know I can't sit around waiting for her cause I know she's never come back to me in the same way. I could tell by the way she looked at me the last time I saw her. Also by the way I tried to hold her hands and hugged her and felt rejected. It was like a game. She cared so much for my family and everything around me and I was so blind to see it. She cared so much about everything I needed help with weather it was school, the band, money. Everything. almost a whole year gone down the drain. It's totally my fault but there is nothing I can do about it now. I realized on Monday how much I loved her parents. Especially her mother. The last thing she said to me was "Hey, it's not the end of the world". She is such a good mom. I loved her. Her dad was a cool guy even though at first I don't think he liked the idea of his daughter being with me but I guess he got use to it over time. He pretty much gave me a new computer when mine died. I don't think I'd be typing this up right now if it wasn't for him. I don't think I could ever find anyone like her. Ever.