It’s been five years and I still wonder what you’re doing now.
Why? I know you’re an idiot. I know you’re a jerk. I don’t even want to know how much worse your life has gotten by now. I know you’re a fool. I know you’ll only break my heart. I know you are the last person in the world I want to see right now.
But something deep inside me wants to see you. Wants to know you. To see your smile. To hear your voice. To feel your hand in mine again. To have you proclaim in front of everyone how beautiful you think I am. To hear you whisper in my ear that we’d be friends forever. A promise that you broke. A promise that broke my heart.
Who are you? I don’t even know. I wished I didn’t know the ins and outs of your childhood and I wish I could forget how to spell your last name. But I can’t. Will I ever forget?
Is it possible to ever forget you? I was eleven when I met you. Surely this was a school girl crush. But I honestly believe you broke my heart all those years ago and I fall to pieces if I run into you in the street, at the beach or at the bowling alley…
I hate the way I recoil to the safety of the girl’s bathroom for a quick cry and I hate the way I redo my hair a million times because somehow I still want you to love me.
Facebook is too darn easy and I wish I couldn’t type in your name and see your photo. See your smile. I wish I didn’t see your interests and your music and remember how much we had in common and that you had an incredible taste of music. I wish I could forget how we’d sing together, smile, laugh and dance. Innocence was bliss. Until you hurt me and then I learned the truth.
I wish with all my heart I could forget you. I wish I didn’t have these regrets engraved so deep. One day I’ll find the courage. One day when I’m as strong and confident as I used to be when I met you. That’s what you really liked about me wasn’t it? My ego. It was just like yours. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I hate you immensely but I love you at the same time.
Why you? Why does it have to be you? I don’t even know you anymore. Boy did you mess with my heart. Why am I still feeling this at seventeen? Gosh I still wonder.