Second, while I was home, I didn't think about Joe.
I know I said my love was set on him, but is it really?
Read this.
If I was really your first love and first love’s last FOREVER… then why did you let me go?
Were they really telling the truth?
Did you really tell them that you really did like me, maybe even LOVED me?
Then again, ‘loved’ IS in past tense.
Not present.
Not future.
Or, will it happen in the future?
Will there be an ‘us’?
Will we ever be an item again?
Will we ever be friends like we were in the past again?
Will there be anything for us?
Or will everything end…
Were they really telling the truth?
Did you really tell them that you really did like me, maybe even LOVED me?
Then again, ‘loved’ IS in past tense.
Not present.
Not future.
Or, will it happen in the future?
Will there be an ‘us’?
Will we ever be an item again?
Will we ever be friends like we were in the past again?
Will there be anything for us?
Or will everything end…
In 5th grade, we met for the second time.
It felt more like the first…
Getting to know you again wasn’t all that easy.
And trust me; I didn’t expect anything to happen that did…
Me liking you, you liking me.
Us going out, us breaking up.
Us fighting like we did.
Us being JUST FRIENDS.
Us not talking again.
Us talking after a while.
Us being on the verge of dating again… (what would I do if you did ask me out?
Us not talking yet again.
You almost getting the same phone that I got but ending up not.
You being nice to me on the last day of CCD, getting my phone when I couldn’t reach it under my desk, creating a conversation and smiling at me.
Here’s one thing that continuously happened: The whole while, you were on my mind.
If you asked how many times you were on my mind, I would say one. You never left it.
It felt more like the first…
Getting to know you again wasn’t all that easy.
And trust me; I didn’t expect anything to happen that did…
Me liking you, you liking me.
Us going out, us breaking up.
Us fighting like we did.
Us being JUST FRIENDS.
Us not talking again.
Us talking after a while.
Us being on the verge of dating again… (what would I do if you did ask me out?
Us not talking yet again.
You almost getting the same phone that I got but ending up not.
You being nice to me on the last day of CCD, getting my phone when I couldn’t reach it under my desk, creating a conversation and smiling at me.
Here’s one thing that continuously happened: The whole while, you were on my mind.
If you asked how many times you were on my mind, I would say one. You never left it.
I miss you like crazy.
I bet I’m not even being thought about as I’m writing this.
What are the odds that I am on your mind right now – one in a million?
Sound’s about right.
I feel strange around you anymore.
When I see you smile to another girl, I remember the days I would receive that smile along with the note you were passing to me throughout most of the classes.
It brings back great memories that will now do nothing but float alone in a never-ending abyss.
It brings tears to my eyes.
It brings pain to my now fragile heart.
It makes me want to jump into your arms and cry on your shoulder when I know the only thing I can jump onto is my bed and the only thing I can cry on is my pillow then I won’t be able to sleep because both sides of my pillow are soaked in salty tears.
I bet I’m not even being thought about as I’m writing this.
What are the odds that I am on your mind right now – one in a million?
Sound’s about right.
I feel strange around you anymore.
When I see you smile to another girl, I remember the days I would receive that smile along with the note you were passing to me throughout most of the classes.
It brings back great memories that will now do nothing but float alone in a never-ending abyss.
It brings tears to my eyes.
It brings pain to my now fragile heart.
It makes me want to jump into your arms and cry on your shoulder when I know the only thing I can jump onto is my bed and the only thing I can cry on is my pillow then I won’t be able to sleep because both sides of my pillow are soaked in salty tears.
When I hear the happy birds chirping their tunes away I think, “I wish I was as happy as them… I remember when I would be happy that we were dating and climb up our backyard tree and sit up there for hours thinking about what I had.”
Now the only thing I can do is climb up the tree and think about what I don’t have any more….
Even though that’s what I know I shouldn’t be thinking of, I should be thinking of what I had.
Where is he when I need him the most?Now the only thing I can do is climb up the tree and think about what I don’t have any more….
Even though that’s what I know I shouldn’t be thinking of, I should be thinking of what I had.
I need him… I do.
'He' is Nico. 'They' or 'them' is Tyler and Colin.
The rest is about Nico.
Why this is different is because Nico wasn't really all that nice to me in the past two months so me and Joe unconsciously grew together and I started to think I loved Joe so purely that Nico wasn't even in my heart. Not even just a little.
But then I saw him in school, looking so casual and cute, while Joe looked the same.
But THEN on Sunday in CCD, it was our last class. At the end, everyone jumped up, yelled, and ran out the door. I was texting someone and Mr. Bailey, the teacher, walked by my seat and I shoved my phone up my shirt onto my stomach so I didn't get caught.
At the end, I jumped up, got startled by my phone falling, and bent down to get it.
I reached under the deak to grab it but it was too far under to reach, so I tried again. Then Nico bent down and reached for it.
Like his arms are any longer than mine...
But anyways, he reached for it and I knew it was him because of how his hands look and I looked at him and he looked at me over the chair and I kind of just looked for 2 seconds then said "I can't reach my phone..." and looked away nervously.
He tried again and so did I and I think he legit GRABBED my hand and then I jumped because I wasn't looking at our hands under the desk I was feeling around with my head to the side and when I jumped I hit my head off the bottom of the desk and my pointer finger and my middle finger made the phone move what I thought was farther under but it went sideways to him and he grabbed and started talking to me and telling me about how he was going to get the same phone as me for the 10th time.
It was a strange day....
--Ashley
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