you were the human definition of "if you love me let me know"
you would send me pictures of yourself doing normal daily things,
and i would keep each and every one of them
you're sad sometimes, and i know what you want most if for somebody to listen to you,
and understand that "i love you" is not going to cure you
i used to blame you for breaking the promise of never loving someone as much as you loved me
and hate you even more for seeming like you didn't think about me
im sorry i thought you were that happy for so long
i tell people our story hoping they will think we were cute,
and all i ever get is a sigh and "i hope you get over this" eyes
i used to think i was over it
i used to think getting over someone was simply not thinking about them anymore
but if you can have a disease for years and not know about it,
you can probably be in love for a very very long time and not realize it too
i guess what im trying to say with this pathetic word-thingy is,
it's okay if you love me, and it's okay if you don't
i don't care about that anymore
i survived middle school having a crush on somebody who didn't even remember my name, i can survive somebody who once loved me not telling me my butt and face are cute
i've been through worse
i still hope you smile whenever you think about me
the atoms in my body will never forget the atoms in your body
thanks for loving me back (don't even try denying it)
good luck with your life and all the lovely girls you meet
i hope we eventually run into each other again
and grab a cup of coffee
or drink a whole bottle of tequila
but in the meantime, try to enjoy life as it is now
im going to enjoy mine
