ooh, boy.

now that we're talking again,
i miss you more and more,
i miss us again...
but i keep telling myself to forget about you.
it's contradicting and it's complicated,
and that's exactly how we like it.

i can't help but smile goofily to myself when i get your random texts,
and spending countless hours talking about bands,
but you and i both know that it won't work out,
and it's only going to end up in a train wreck like it always does.
you're always going to be that one guy that will always be in the back of my mind,
the only significance that really matters until i find the right guy...
no one can take that away from you.

i'm nervous to tell you the truth,
seeing you for the first time in a very very long time...
i'm looking forward to it though,
i'm looking forward to your tight bear hug,
your smile,
your smell,
and most of all, you.

hey, kiddo... you know i'll always be there for you.
ditto.