Normal is Boring

My friend.

The moment I fell in love with you was under the stars. I was dropping you off at your moms house and we had gotten out of the car for our normal goodbye hug. For some reason I had a rehearsed line that I wanted to say to you. I stood on my tip toes and I wrapped both of my hands around your neck and said "I am so proud of you. No matter what". That moment. When I was looking into your eyes. I knew in that moment that I was in love with you. Two letters. I-N. In love with you. We had started saying "I love you" since the second week of talking but this was different. I was "in" love with you. I knew in that moment that whenever I was in a room with you I wanted to be near you. I knew in that moment that I would be thinking and dreaming about you everyday for the next year.

A lot of people tell me that what you did to me was unfair. They tell me that I should just move on because you are stupid and immature.

I know that I am the easiest one to blame for all the shit you have been through. You are damaged and broken and so am I, which is why we were drawn to each other.

I know that I am the easiest one to take out of the equation of your life but...

I know that I am the easiest one to blame because I came in to your life at a time that all of the shit was being dropped on your shoulders. But my friend, I made you smile.

What we had was good.

I know you are afraid. I know that you are hurting.

But my friend, I am proud of you. No matter what.