Stuff and things

These memories we share and the feelings we don't

Days and days go by yet you always somehow end up on my mind. I think about the friendship we used to have, and I always smile when I do.

I remember the time I did a backflip so fast that I almost flew off your trampoline. I remember chasing you around your pool, and nearly drowning shortly there after.

I remember your hugs, and the way you still cared about me even after I was an asshole.

You'd always get really angry at me for small little things, but I now know you just wanted the best for me.

I don't think I'll ever be able to forget the look on your face when I told you about these stupid things called feelings that I just so happened to have for you.

I don't think I'll ever forget how much I cried that same night after you told me what I already knew to be true.

Even so, I had to try. Holding it in hurt, but telling you hurt more.  I became a different person after that, though.

I grew stronger.

I knew, that even if I did have feelings for someone who I know doesn't share those feelings, that I should tell them. Because hurting is just one of the many steps you take to move on.

Maybe someday you'll remember me and realize just how much you meant to me, and still do.