whiskey withdrawal

a premature love letter.

i've known you since the first day of kindergarten. you walked up to me with your big blue eyes and shook my hand like a little gentleman. right then and there we became friends. you would pull on my chongo and get me in trouble. i'd cry and you'd take the blame. the next year we were separated. then again in middle school, we became close. you started dating my best friend. you were the best match middle schoolers could ever make. you broke up after sixth grade; you leaned on me and i started to develop a crush on you. i left it alone because it would be the ultimate betrayal. then in september, you were back together. the next two years went by and we remained friends. nothing more. high school came around and we all grew apart. you guys broke up and i was the first one to give you a hug. two years went by and we both went through our fair share of relationships. i was made out to be a slut. you were made out to be one of the good guys. high school social hierarchy would not let us be together. now its the summer before senior year and we text every day because we ran into each other at a basketball game and realized we missed each other. we talked for four straight hours about our pasts. we learned of new loves and betrayals and yet we still supported each other. you sent everyone pictures of us and broke hearts in the process. you left your friends to walk me to my car and it felt like old times. you talk to me about my family and understand because you know me better than anyone else. you've always known me better than anyone else and this scares me. i'm starting to realize that maybe this could work; maybe me and you could be picture perfect. but then again, we could never work; there's too much already there.