Little Pencil Notes

Thirty Three

Dear Reader,

Today, I decided that I should go for a run.

It's been awhile since the last time I ran, metaphorically and literally.

You left me because I always ran from my problems, I always ran from myself because I am the problem.

I ran passed the music store and saw her.

Her blonde hair was fixed perfectly.

Her lips were locked with the store owner's son.

I hope you know what you're doing.

I hope you realize that what's in front of you was imperfect.

I hope you realize that the blonde girl you loved, didn't return the favor.

I hope you know that.

Tears pooled in my eyes and I ran straight to the park, that place that only we know.

I ran under the tree and touched our initials that were carved into it.

I stayed there, crying until the sun went down.

I walked home and saw her again, this time she was with you.

-ST