fuck searching for you

for the past couple of weeks you've been gone.



i dont think ive talked to you in about two months.


i would have thought you would have contacted me by now.



sometimes this worries me because you have always needed a shoulder to cry on.





maybe you're doing just fine. i sure hope so.




remember the time we saw each other at marbles and you did nothing but stare. we werent friends yet. we couldnt be. it was horrible. i felt like talking to you and asking you how life was and how your girlfriend was but i didnt have the guts. you left and i didnt see you after that until i was leaving. you were nice enough to give me a big hug and say "sorry i didnt talk to you. its not the right time." I knew exactly what you meant. it wasnt. we were too busy fighting over the way things ended up. our values and morals clashed.


i wish we sat down and just made fun of people who walked by the front of my house like we used to when we were friends.

"hey look at that fat girl. HEY FAT GIRL DONT WEAR TIGHT PANTS!"

Now I'm head over heels for a guy that's made me want to be everything that I've ever wanted to be, and he may be the one to make me feel like this for the rest of my life.

I hope you find the same.