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What happened?
Don't you remember all the fun that we used to have. All the days filled with laughter. It all started with me just wandering in the darkness, trying to catch my breath. Then I saw you, the two of you. Just there outside by your own. At first you didn't seem to mind it. I went up to you, and I told you to go inside and just have fun. Instead you laughed and refused. So I grabbed the two of you, and brought you in. I turned my back, and you were gone. The dance wasn't that great, but I couldn't help but feel happy.
I didn't give up. Then at lunch, I'd sit with you, and eat with you. I'd laugh at how little you ate, and you'd laugh at how much I ate. You would make fun of me, and I would enjoy it. Alas, the trip came to an end. A few days later, I was just browsing your profile, and I decided to say 'hey'. I brightened up when you asked to add me on MSN, to talk a bit more. Of course I nodded in agreement.
Things just went from good to better. We would talk and talk. Sometimes, I would just wait on my computer for you to log in. So we could just go on, and talk and talk. At school, you got more opened. Once in a while, you'd hit me and laugh. I'd laugh back and cry back to you; pathetically. Then we would go on, and do whatever, just hang out. Just enjoy the day.
The drama came, and others came too. We slowly started to speak less, and at times it would leave me all 'hollow'. Sometimes I just woke in the morning to talk to you. I remember that time we talked till like 12 AM, talking about just everything, from teachers to music, to religion, to more personal things. You had to go, so you said goodbye. The next day, you didn't come and I was all worried. Just to find out you fell sick that night.
Then they slowly started to take you away, at least she did. She was always with you. Always. You would still talk to me, which reassured me that you hadn't forgotten about me. Then it all went sour. Our grade tipped from side to side with all the drama, people pointing fingers. We just talked about it like as if it was just a joke. I admired you, you did things as if they didn't touch you. Little did I know.
The more I learned, the more I realized I didn't know. You didn't like a lot of people, and you always tried hard to not get involved. You always wanted to belong, and just be like everyone. You believed that in High School, it's always the popular ones, and the not-so-popular ones. You thought that it was all divided, but I showed you it wasn't.
Then I went through my phase, my heart changed. I started to like you, but I didn't act on it, because I was scared of your reaction. I didn't want all of our memories to just fade. From the roller coasters, to the marker fights. So I just acted as a friend.
I introduced you to some of my other friends, and you enjoyed it. So much you started to like him. I didn't understand. Everything he did, I did too, and ten times better, except for that. But you wouldn't like me simply because I was too close. 'Your just the type of guy that seems to always be friends with everyone.' I didn't just want to be a friend. Now I realize maybe I should have.
So you liked him, even though you didn't know that he didn't like you. Then the day came when you asked me who I liked. I didn't want to lie to you, and I had to tell you, because if I didn't you would assume that I didn't trust you anymore. So I told you, and you said thank you for your honesty. Then I told you, I was happy that it was off my chest, and that I was sure that he would like you, only if he knew you liked him. You thanked me, and thanked me, and thanked me. I thought everything would go well. But it didn't. You didn't talk to me for weeks, at school you barely looked at me. I was so excited about seeing you, but you let the awkwardness get between us. Our fun was demolished to risky glances. Our friendship segregated by the awkwardness. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know what to say. So I sent you a message.
I told you all that I felt, and I just wanted to let you know that I didn't want things to happen the way they did. You saw it, and you responded. You apologized and forgave me, and said you would talk to me later. So here I am waiting. I try to have patience, but it's not coming. I don't want to push, because you would probably not forgive me.
I was so happy, when you replied. Alas, that same day I sprained my knee. I was out of action, but I was happy. I don't know what to say. I really don't so what should I do?So tell me what you want to hear.
Something that were like those years.
I'm sick of all the insincere.
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away.