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Last Friday.
Last Friday was 800 days, 800 days that I first saw you, 800! 2 years 2 months and 9 days last friday. I tried so hard not to let you in and destroy me yet some how, with out eiter one of us knowing I let you in and you hurt me. The pain in my chest still burns when ever I see you. I started to forgot, to go on with my life but you came into my life again and all I have to ask is why? I did nothing to you, nothing at all and you have the never to waltz back into my life? I heard you talked to some of my friends today. What are you trying to do, why are you adament on trying to ruin my life? I thought I was over you, I never even thought about you. I slipped up over the summer, and I did think of you. Even thought of sending you a card, of course I didn't I dont even know wher eyou live and I couldn't be expected to search for you in the phone book, there must be thousands of last name s like yous living in this area. And why if you moved, when to a different school? It pains me to say this but is it too horrible to say I was hoping you did? I thought maybe if you weren't around the thought of you wouldn't haunt me. That proves how naiive I am, to think that out of site really means out of mind. I dreamt of you, I refused to admit it to anybody, especially not myself. What would my friends say? Its been years and I still haven't been able to have a good nights sleep. Its like your image your sound, your smeel, everything has been hardwired into my brain. So we've never been close, hell we were hardly even friends yet fr some reason you've ******** me over. And you think that for even a minuet I believe you that you didn't read everything and you only finished to one part. BULL s**t. You, you, well I can't even describe you, yet for some reason, you've ******** done this to ma I don't know wether I sould be angry or happy that you did.
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