Remember when we sat in your alley, and you made us a bong out of an apple, and you shared your weed with me?
Remember how blue and pink the sky was?
And how we could feel the tension between us?
And did you know, that I can’t watch Spider-man, because of you?
Or look at the comics section of Half-Price Books?
Do you know that my heart pounds every time I go into that one?
Because I almost pray that I’ll run into you.
You meant everything to me.
You were the only stable part of my life then.
I knew that you were always going to be there.
I don’t think you’ll ever understand, just how much I miss you.
I know I hurt you, but I didn’t know then.
I know I probably lead you on, and I’m so sorry.
I would give it all back, if that meant you would answer my calls again.
We used to have the same fucking dreams.
I hope you remember the games we used to come up with.
That’s how many games we had.
Just you and me.
We had started an emergency fund, in case things got so bad that we had to run away together.
It was you and me.
And now it’s just me.
It’s just now gotten to the point where I can listen to the RHCP again.
But I still flinch whenever someone says your name.
You can say we were just kids, and that I shouldn’t hold on to you because we grew apart.
But I’m still here waiting for you to call.
I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry.
The only thing that I can do is be happy. Without you.
So that’s what I’m gonna do.