"if i'm not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that i am"
may 12, 2001. blackhawk park. making out on the tire swing. ryan asked me to be his girlfriend as if we were 13 and still in junior high. but it was cute. and i had already fallen for him. and i said yes.
may 12, 2003. olive garden. sitting on opposite sides of the booth. drinking raspberry lemonade. not holding hands. because we haven't been together for six months. our hearts are slowly being mended like a pair of ripped jeans sewn back together with a patch. and he smiled at me today with the warmth that he used to a year ago. and his kiss felt the same way. and he rubbed the back of my neck on the way home.
we are no longer lovers, we are only friends. but we make better friends than lovers, so there i find my peace. with the sincerity in his eyes.
may 12, 2003. olive garden. sitting on opposite sides of the booth. drinking raspberry lemonade. not holding hands. because we haven't been together for six months. our hearts are slowly being mended like a pair of ripped jeans sewn back together with a patch. and he smiled at me today with the warmth that he used to a year ago. and his kiss felt the same way. and he rubbed the back of my neck on the way home.
we are no longer lovers, we are only friends. but we make better friends than lovers, so there i find my peace. with the sincerity in his eyes.