You talked to me.
You really, really talked
to me. For real. We had a conversation, just us
two while everyone
else went on ahead. You know, you really
scared me. I didn't know where I stood with you.
At all. The eerie thoughts crept into my heart and slowly
began to chip it away, wondering
what you thought about me.
Wondering what those silences in the halls when we passed
each other meant. Wondering if you hated me, missed me, or
just didn't care. That aching
pain as my terrified thoughts slowly began to chisel at my heart
is gone now. To be honest,
I never thought we'd speak again. But... We did. And can I
just tell you? Thank you. I really
missed you. It's nice to know that
I'm not [ b l o c k e d ] f r o m y o u
r m e m o r y .
xoGAMERCHICKx3 · 1 decade ago
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