I'm pretty sure that it was you who sent me that thing that one day, and I miss the way things were too. But you have to admit, it was your choice.
I saw it coming. First, the four hour phone calls and hanging out, making out in your backyard. God, you could kiss. The sneaky looks in the hallways at school, being so secretive, and what for? I never could tell.
Anyways, I remember you telling me that you didn't want a girlfriend. That you really liked me, but it wasn't a good idea. And that was fine with me, until I figured out that you'd lied.
It was pretty easy. You stopped calling, people started talking about your new girlfriend. I cried. Then hated you. Then cried some more. You were the first person I really cared about after that thing, you know? You were a lot for me. It didn't last with that girl, but you still hurt me.
And now, you have a new girlfriend and I have a new boyfriend. We got over ourselves and started talking. You're my best friend, my driving buddy, who I go to when everything is too fucked up. That's okay, it's nice, whatever.
But don't tell me you miss how things were. They could have stayed like that, but you left me.
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