like, like-like. like love.

maybe?

we met in middle school. two months before the end of eighth grade. we had one class together, as we do now, two years later. but, in middle school, we were vastly different people. i liked him before he was even a him. he never felt the same apparently, not that i'm a him now, i'm just me. (really-fat, hobo-looking, acne-faced me.) not that i ever cared before i met her. before she was him. i think of them as two different people: almost like twins. except when one twin died the other magically appeared to take her place. that makes me sound shallow (and i probably am), but i like to think that i'm never wrong. maybe that's why i'm alone...
i don't know anything about him, and vise-versa. we say we're friends, maybe best friends if i'm so lucky, but we're actually strangers. we know where the other lives, we know our career choices, our future plans. i know about the worst of his family and he knows about the best of mine. it's almost like we're lying to each other, but it's mutual. it's fine. it's what i do. (not that i'm projecting, but i really am.) maybe that's why i'm alone.
i tend to forget things. (it's probably the depression )he's told me his favorite color, what he does in his free time, his favorite food. but it's all left my mind before he did. those probably all changed by now. he definitely has (not that it's a bad thing). i think it's great. i think he's pretty and nice and i love the way he talks like he's dumb and his stupid awkward smile that keeps me up at night.