Friday, March 25, 2011

Ha, remember when we kept meeting up in the Tech tower back stairs, I don’t remember what we would do, before we even start kissing. I think we would hug and sit on the stairs and talked, did we hold hands? I think so. It’s funny how you mentioned the kissed first. Because, I didn’t know you had it in you. Thought you were a shy, sweet guy. I wonder, Why? Why did you want to kiss me when you had her? Why did you do it, when you know that was one thing that will release hell. Just like we weren’t suppose to fall in love with each other.

Remember, when you came over so I can go to sports express with you? To be honest, I really didn’t want to. Because me and my brother had a fight the day before that, and we weren’t talking to each other, and I didn’t want to get in more trouble with him, but I still went with you.

Remember, when we went to go watch Prince of Persia? That was the first time we watched a movie together, and that was around my birthday weekend as well. We would cuddle, I fell asleep in most of the parts and cuddle with you, your heart beat put me to sleep, the grasshopper! that stayed through out our trip to mcdonald’s, then you fatty got mcdonald’s while I was sleeping in car.

Remember our canal? We went there after school, because we had no where to go, that’s when we discovered it. And I like how you suggested to take pictures, it’s just not you. and I liked that. Then, we did and it became Our canal, ours. Then after watching Jackass we went there, cuddling in the cold, watching you (north star) in the sky near the moon, eating our movie pop corn, having heart to heart talk. You went there when you were mad at me. Then we would always go there if we fought. I remember going there when we had a fight, went to go get starbucks hot cocoa and went to the canal, sat at the edge and cried. Then, it became our least favorite spot, thanks to her. I don’t even want to talk about it. I just, I can’t believe I would ever go through that in my life, ever. Just, with you, the bad things aren’t just bad things. It was worst than hell.

Remember when I had to go to a birthday dinner, then I asked my friend to drop me off early because my brother wanted me home, but really we were meeting up, and my brother wasn’t going home till 12. We met up, and I gave you that panda phone charm, then we were just sitting there in your car and you were crying, and I cried, and after we calmed down, and we started drawing on the foggy windows, then we went to my park and laid in the wet wooden thingys and my head was laying on your lap. And we were just telling stories and looking at the sky and then I had to go, and you piggy back ride me, and then there was frogs and you got uberly excited while I was freaking terrified for my life, hanging on to you while you were trying to STEP ON THEM, gross. OMG, but idk, you were really happy and it made me happy, it felt like I was a kid as well, I felt you.

Remember when I went to sleep on the phone and I was snoring really loud, and when I woke up and you told me about it, and then you were like hey let’s watch tv and that stupid cheetos commercial came. At first we were dead silence, then I was like don’t even think about it, and you busted out laughing, so hard. I hated you, but I just I loved how I’ve never heard you laugh like that, it was so cute, it was funny and it made me happy. I miss your laughs like that.

You have the whole book that I wrote of the memories we had, so I really can’t make this whole letter about the memories, because it’ll be repeating myself you know? What kind of girl would write a book, a memory per day, for two months straight when they were in Europe? No one, no one ever loved you more than I did.

I miss you, I love you and Let’s try to make this last. Not an Always and Forever, because Forever isn’t enough.



danggggy ~


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