Friday, August 17, 2007
- when you hear it again -
I'm twenty now. This post is for you. Because somehow I am reminded of you.
You've forgotten me now. But I have not. I keep you buried in my memories. Because why should I forget the good times that we had? I don't want to destroy them. I don't want to forget how we had times at the park, strolls at the beach, standing in the wind, you by my side. But never were you mine. And somehow I place mine in yours. How does that work?
How does it work that I saw what I liked when I looked at your face? You didn't really do much. You didn't really care. But you were there. There with me. Does that make a difference?
You didn't bother with people. You couldn't care less. As long as my hand was in yours. All the time. Is that supposed to be a problem? Why didn't you try harder? As things went downhill, I kept my spirits high and expectations low. It couldn't possibly be. No way, in this amount of time could it happen. Did it? I don't know. Something was there. I felt it, then and then, and then.
Omg! How nice is sunset! How nice was the wind. And the waves. And the glowing night....where did we go? How come we didn't stay.. how come YOU didn't stay? Nah, that wasn't even debatable. How come I didn't go? Nah, that was just plain stupidity. And can you believe the last night was shit as?
That's when I go back to the first night when I first saw your face. When I decided to smile. When I decided to say yes, and when I decided it was going to be fun. It was wasn't it? Fun? I thought so too. I'm the biggest drama queen ever to let it go to my head.
To my head, where it all is. Where the memories still exist. I'm glad the wounds have healed.
You've forgotten me now. But I have not. I keep you buried in my memories. Because why should I forget the good times that we had? I don't want to destroy them. I don't want to forget how we had times at the park, strolls at the beach, standing in the wind, you by my side. But never were you mine. And somehow I place mine in yours. How does that work?
How does it work that I saw what I liked when I looked at your face? You didn't really do much. You didn't really care. But you were there. There with me. Does that make a difference?
You didn't bother with people. You couldn't care less. As long as my hand was in yours. All the time. Is that supposed to be a problem? Why didn't you try harder? As things went downhill, I kept my spirits high and expectations low. It couldn't possibly be. No way, in this amount of time could it happen. Did it? I don't know. Something was there. I felt it, then and then, and then.
Omg! How nice is sunset! How nice was the wind. And the waves. And the glowing night....where did we go? How come we didn't stay.. how come YOU didn't stay? Nah, that wasn't even debatable. How come I didn't go? Nah, that was just plain stupidity. And can you believe the last night was shit as?
That's when I go back to the first night when I first saw your face. When I decided to smile. When I decided to say yes, and when I decided it was going to be fun. It was wasn't it? Fun? I thought so too. I'm the biggest drama queen ever to let it go to my head.
To my head, where it all is. Where the memories still exist. I'm glad the wounds have healed.
-{ missing you 8/17/2007 01:22:00 am }-