i hate admitting i need you after i gave you up so easily, and so long ago but how else can i explain the reason i’m suddenly calling to talk about absolutely nothing at all? Advertisements
today is your birthday and i can’t even bring myself to call and say i’m thinking of you. but, darling–i am.
do i miss you… or do i miss how you loved me?
they surprise me, the yellow flowers, when i see them in the shop window. i stop to admire them, and they remind me of us, last valentine’s day– you, eighteen and hopeful, as you showed up with a bouquet and me, sixteen and laughing, running into your arms. so i buy them, take them home, … More Roses
i guess i was hoping maybe you’d wait for me but it’s been two years since then– and honestly, i wouldn’t care for me either, anymore.
good guy, bad timing– just like always.
we are no longer a “what could be”– but rather, a “what has been.”