So, stroy behind this one. In a nutshell, the summer before this, I'd always talked to this one guy, and we really were best friends. And, I really thought I was in love with him. I was eleven when it happened and twelve when I wrote this.
June 9th, 2012
I miss
our long talks,
late into the night.
The way we knew each other
so well, we were
pretty much family.
I miss the feeling of
security,
that I could tell you
anything.
I miss you.
I'm scared
that I'll never find anyone like you,
that you don't know I exist.
I'm scared that when you've
finally moved on, I won't
be able to, and have
my heart swimming in summer
forever.
I'm scared of you.
I love
the hours we spent,
talking about everything and nothing.
The clear, icy colour of
your eyes.
Your carefree laugh,
your bright, excited
smile.
I love you.
I hate
the constant feeling of
guilt, that I caused you to
hate me.
That I am reminded of
my heartache
every
single
day.
I hate you.
Now, wheh we talk,
it's not like old times,
but it's enough to
let me to know you
still care.
Or,
at least,
I think you do.
Please say you
still care.
Please.
