i realized i stopped liking you a long time ago.
i just have a soft spot for you.
memories like when you went upstage and started singing keep going in my mind.
i remember that day. it was june third and the youth group didn't have anyone to sing so you went up there. and you singed with all your heart and i started crying cause damn i know you say you don't sing, but boy you have a beautiful voice and its a voice that someone says first says uh.. but then they keep hearing it and it's so beautiful.
you had an acoustic guitar and just sang and dear God.
i texted you asking if you were scared when you went upstage and you said no, why and i told you i cried and you asked why and i said i don't know and then i said you sing good and you said you don't know how to sing and i said well i like how you sing and you told me you appreciate that.
i really wish you weren't broken.
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the eighteen year old guy #wattys2016
Contodedicated to the guy that was five years older than me. accomplishments #374 in short story 082716