it's been a long time, huh?
i hope you're doing well. i hope she makes you happy. i hope you didn't realize the poetry i wrote for our writing center was about you.
you made me accept i like men. i don't know if that's a good or bad thing, considering who came after you. but you never realized how much i adored you. at least, i hope you never did. for so many years, every song was about you. i daydreamed about you for every waking moment. you consumed me. i don't think you'll ever understand that. i don't think this will ever reach you.
it's cheesy to ask, but do you ever think about me? do you ever think about the times i tried to flirt with you when we were young? did you realize what that meant for me? for you? for us?
it meant nothing, too. it meant nothing at all, because we're here now.
but if i'm writing this, is that nothing?
does this mean nothing at all?
i couldn't tell you.
you had the prettiest eyes. you still do. i don't think i've seen anyone with eyes as sharp as yours yet someone as soft as you.
i still look for you in everyone's eyes i see.
