love and pain
so i got a call from this girl that i use to know. i answered the phone and wished i wouldn't have only to hear her say that she misses me. god dammit sabrina. i hate u. u hurt my heart and soul. i don't ever want to see you again or give you the chance to say "will you marry me?" and then months later break my heart. i don't even want to be your friend because i can't stand to look at you without remembering how we first met or our first kiss. and how beautiful the day was when i came to your work and we sat out side and smoked cloves and talked about all the things we have in common. and how sad i was when i first saw you cry, or when we were drunk in the middle of nowhere in milford on some snowy winter night and you fell and scraped your knee. or when we sat in that cemetery and talked all night. and all the bonfires we went to at justins house and how we couldnt keep or hands off each other. and how you got so jealous when i talked to boys. and how we called eachother every day even 5 times a day just to say hi. and your long blonde hair and perfect face and your punk rock clothes . also how much you made me laugh and how much i made you laugh. or when we fell asleep outside my house on the lawn underneath the stars...and when we left everyone stranded at the park because we wanted it to be us and no one else. or when we would walk down the street or in the mall and it would be just you and i..everyone else was invisible. i love these memories but i also hate them....i almost let my self fall in love with you..but it seemed to good to be true. and it was.