I distinctly remember. It was our Homecoming, the 27th of September. That was when I saw him last. But that's all in the past...
Now I've got some decisions to make. Small steps to take. I just want it to end...the heartbreak. Should I stay and try it...maybe. Should I leave now and avoid the hit...maybe. I'm just sick of this shit.
Everything was going good fro once in my life...but last night I picked up the knife. People I love are disappointed in this, but really, I just remember mine and Luke's last kiss...
We were sitting in Steph's mom's car; we were sitting so close. First, he kissed me on the nose...then he looked me in the eye and let out a sigh. "I love you." I said "You too."
Pulling back a piece of my hair, all he did for a second was stare. He got closer and we kissed...for a long time. It was flawless, an obvious sign.
Should I let him go? Or no? I just don't know. Maybe some other guy will come along...but for now, I'll keep my head up while singing our song.
