Do you ever think about me? Do you even miss me? Just a little? I bought red shoes and thought of you. They look really amazing.
Its been five months.
Do you cry sometimes? I do. Actually I cry all the time. I'm crying even as I write this. I found these really cool vintage posters and thought of you. They would be so perfect for your apartment.
I wish I was more signifigant to you. I wish I wasn't so easy to cast aside. Its not fair.
Its been FIVE months.
Everyone misses you and wants to know how you are. I tell them you are doing fine and all the amazing things you did this summer with dance and plays etc. Did you know that I knew? Do you even care? I tried not to care but it didn't work.
Seriously.......ITS BEEN FIVE months.
I'm going to see you soon and I'm worried that you are going to smash a pie in my face and take my awesome red shoes. They are not wicked witch shoes which is what you were thinking....they are not as fantastic as ruby slippers. Do people bring pie to formal affairs?
Gus died over the summer and I really needed to talk to you. It made it worse. I needed a fat coffee and lots of talk. Have you ever wanted to call and talk to me? Do you really not need me anymore? Ever? For ever and ever and ever ever?
You pissed me off. Did I piss you off? Yes? Then we agree on that. Wouldn't you say? Out of your life? Forever? Can five months be forever? Did you know that five months FEELS like forever?
Well - I guess it doesn't matter. But I'm here waiting. Forever.
Nerd

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