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I hope you know who you are, if you're reading this. In hopes that you still remember – I offer a final goodbye.
If I could ever find the words, I might be able to tell you. I might be able to admit to things that make me afraid. If I had the courage, I might have been able to send this. I have no such courage, I don't have beautiful words, and I can't explain in vivid details, but oddly enough I can manage to write this.
Another testament to my strangeness, I guess.
I liked you. I did. Sure it was embarrassing and admitting it took some time, but I'm not ashamed. The long walks to class are what I think did it. Somehow, they became routine, something I could look forward to. One class we had together became another and another, until eventually not walking with you became awkward and strange.
To be perfectly honest, I was sold after about a week. Like most things, I expected the feeling to be gone directly afterwards, because that's just how things worked. I liked things and after a bit of time, I forgot about it. Yet, this wasn't like that. You became someone I leaned on and I loved it. You told me not to cut and I told you not to smoke – a perfect balance. I loved it.
After nearly half a year of knowing you, I became very open about the way I liked you and I even started making new friends.
Then, she snatched you up, because I was too weak to. Was I crushed? Not really. Was I sad? A little, but I didn't think it would last. She cared too much about herself and you weren't about that. Actually, I don't think you cared about much besides your smokes and your friends, but what can I say? You were fun.
She hated me and by the end of the year, she must have been so tired of pretending to like me. Just as I had thought, you and she were over and I'm still guilty over what pleasure I took in that. I suppose I was angry too, because just as I began to move away from you and onto another boy, she snatched him up too, just so I couldn't have him.
Then, school was over. I had worn a pair of shorts on the last day (a terrifying experience, honestly) and was shaking like a leaf. You told me I looked cute; I walked confidently the rest of the day.
So, I guess, this isn't just a goodbye. This is a thank you. You taught me a lot and made me so much happier with who I am today. I'm pretty sure I'm not sending this, because admitting that I still like you even from three states away is actually much more embarrassing than I thought it would be.
NEVER FORGET (2011)
If I could ever find the words, I might be able to tell you. I might be able to admit to things that make me afraid. If I had the courage, I might have been able to send this. I have no such courage, I don't have beautiful words, and I can't explain in vivid details, but oddly enough I can manage to write this.
Another testament to my strangeness, I guess.
I liked you. I did. Sure it was embarrassing and admitting it took some time, but I'm not ashamed. The long walks to class are what I think did it. Somehow, they became routine, something I could look forward to. One class we had together became another and another, until eventually not walking with you became awkward and strange.
To be perfectly honest, I was sold after about a week. Like most things, I expected the feeling to be gone directly afterwards, because that's just how things worked. I liked things and after a bit of time, I forgot about it. Yet, this wasn't like that. You became someone I leaned on and I loved it. You told me not to cut and I told you not to smoke – a perfect balance. I loved it.
After nearly half a year of knowing you, I became very open about the way I liked you and I even started making new friends.
Then, she snatched you up, because I was too weak to. Was I crushed? Not really. Was I sad? A little, but I didn't think it would last. She cared too much about herself and you weren't about that. Actually, I don't think you cared about much besides your smokes and your friends, but what can I say? You were fun.
She hated me and by the end of the year, she must have been so tired of pretending to like me. Just as I had thought, you and she were over and I'm still guilty over what pleasure I took in that. I suppose I was angry too, because just as I began to move away from you and onto another boy, she snatched him up too, just so I couldn't have him.
Then, school was over. I had worn a pair of shorts on the last day (a terrifying experience, honestly) and was shaking like a leaf. You told me I looked cute; I walked confidently the rest of the day.
So, I guess, this isn't just a goodbye. This is a thank you. You taught me a lot and made me so much happier with who I am today. I'm pretty sure I'm not sending this, because admitting that I still like you even from three states away is actually much more embarrassing than I thought it would be.
NEVER FORGET (2011)
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i never got to say good bye ether i know how you feel the only diffrenss is im on the other side of the cotenet