I'm listening to the arcade fire again and suddenly I can't help but miss you. It reminds me of those cold dark nights when I sat alone in my car crying because I was left by a girl that I adored. My current girlfriend can't possibly compare. But now you're happy with some other guy.

I don't know, I guess I always assumed that, even though you're going to school halfway across the country we would somehow end up together. Fuck it. Blowjobs and an easy girlfriend aren't nearly as fulfilling as love. I miss you. And I doubt you ever think of me.


Anonymous
3/30/2010
03:19:00 AM