So there. Yeah you, you with the goofy looks with the glasses and the psuedo-cynical ways. You looked to me once, you called me every weekend, you asked me for help you drove my car and I let you into my life and in to my soul. And I don't regret it because I'm a fool. All my friends say I shouldn't let you back into my life and I think they're right but my mind and my heart are two different people and I can't help but melt when you look my way and give me that face. Huummppff.

I never knew the freedom I had before you, the will of heart and my free feet. Now I look at the phone Friday night and I look to the driveway and I look to the stars: expecting you everywhere, receiving you no-where. I wish I knew if you cared, at all. Is there a piece of your heart reserved for me? Or is divided unevenly among those people who are so mean to you; to that girl who broke your heart. Who was there when she shredded it? Who where you with? Me and me. Who do you think you are to go recklessly breaking bits of me at random? Who are you to tear my sense of self apart and turn me inside out for the sake of a laugh? Who are you? What right do you have?

And what could you say that I couldn't say better?

I think I can let you go now. I think I can see myself from here, the sky and all of those other things that existed before you and will continue to exist with out you. If you see me in the halls say hello.

As Always,