He keeps me sane. I know it.
He left again. No responses. Nothing.
And I can't help but smile.
He's okay. He isn't hurt, he isn't dead. He's safe, probably falling in love with another girl, but he's safe.
I dont deserve him. Its not fair for me to drop all my baggage on him like that.
My mom is seeing two men, and my dad, even after he cheated. Jimmy is disgusting. He slaps my ass whenever I walk passed. Don, he's okay. Better than Jimmy. He lives in the city, Chicago. My mom drives us up there every other day to see him. We roll the windows down, blast rock music, sing our hearts out while the wind blows our hair. Kara complains in the background about the wind and the music being too loud.
Once in a while, I stop singing. I kind of, zone out, and think 'You didn't think of Kevin today. Go you' and then I think of him. A small frown appears. Always. And my mom turns the music really low, and says 'What's wrong Blank?'
I always find myself saying 'Nothing' and turning the music back up, fun mood back.
He was the best and worst thing in my life.
