He's not coming down this week.
He's not going to make it to Homecoming.
I don't know when I'm ever going to see him again.
Why do I keep hoping?
It's 3 weeks to the day since he kissed me, since we spend the whole afternoon kissing on the playground, under the trees, in the park. That day meant something special to me. Didn't it mean anything to him? It was my first kiss. I felt like i was walking on air, like I could fly. It was better than I've felt, ever, in my entire life.
Who is he to steal my first kiss, then walk away like this?
And yet, when I call him, and he answers.......all the anger just disappears. I can't stay mad at him. He's just that sweet. He's already said "We still have prom." The only question is, can I hold him up to it? I think not. But still, he's just so sweet. I can't take it much longer without breaking apart.
COME AND SEE ME, DAMNIT! I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH! STOP BREAKING MY HEART LIKE THIS!
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