We were walking into the movies, and I remember you jumping ahead of me which I personally thought was kind of rude. But when paying for the tickets you bought two. Then you turned around and said “Girls never should have to pay for their movie” You were wearing that burgundy shirt that I talked you into buying. You let me pick out the seats, and I picked out that one group of two seats in the middle isle, so it could be just me and you, and nobody else. During the movie you’d scoot closer and closer, and your arm would keep nudging mine off the arm rest, but I’d let you because I thought it was cute. When the movie was over, I was sobbing; mascara runing down my face. when the lights came on, you looked at me and simply said “It’s just a movie hun. everything is going to be alright”
I wish everything was alright between us. I’m sorry I kept pushing you away. I know I’ve pushed you too far to come back, but if you’d please try to, I’ll be here. I promise.
No one fucks with my Menthols…
It was on a Saturday, cold and rainy. I picked you up and we drove, that’s all we did. We talked about everything. With every confession I made, I fell harder and harder for you. You made fun of me for listening to The Doors, so you dug out an old Michael Jackson cd out of my pile jammed into the side of your door. We sang along to every song. About every other second you would tell me how bad my driving was, eventually I stopped the car in the middle of a back road we seemed to have stumbled on, and made you get into the driver’s seat. Once, again we just drove. I remember looking out the window when I felt your hand grab mine, the same exact moment you grabbed my heart.
I miss you.. But I cannot be put through all of this again.. I hope you’re happy though, honestly.