2004-12-02
you're different, but not the same way other people are different.

did you know, sometimes i still make up little scenes where we meet again? where we talk, where i show you what became of me, that you never really had any idea, that you still owe me that apology.

i wonder, sometimes, whether you've forgotten all the things you said to me - and how many girls you said those same things to. i wonder if you ever think of me at all.

not because it's important, and not because i miss you much. you're the same as everyone else i've left or been left by - i want you to understand, i guess i want to prove something.

and i remember exactly where we were and why we were there when you complimented me like that, and how casual you were, and how dumbfounded i was. i don't think i ever actually gave an answer. i couldn't.


gee.

life makes a fool out of everyone.