I did love him I really did and I still do. We just got into a fight. I was mad, really mad at the moment of course and I just walked away then not thinking at all. I ignored everything he said... Every word but I wish I had listened, I might have had and excuse to come back and talk to him later.
He called a hundred times a day trying to get me to pick up, but I couldn't talk to him at that moment, because I might of told him that I never wanted him to talk to me ever or call and have to say it really was over and I couldn't do that because I would miss him to much.
He was a spy so I hoped he looked into my words and heard what I really meant. I might have said for him to leave, but I wanted was Zach to stand there and prove to me he really did love me and he would go to the ends of the earth for me to know that, to stand out in the rain hoping that I would come out and tell him the same thing he wants to tell me.
My friends saw it in my face everyday. I need Zach. Zach... If he knew everything about me...how come he didn't know what I really said?
I was all alone just because I wanted my pride. I just couldn't help it I picked up the photo album of us. I kept looking at the phone. It was funny how when I wanted him to call he wouldn't. I couldn't help but think about the mistakes we both made, said things to each other, the slamming of doors, up until when he realized we both made a mistake before I did. The fight was my fault, I misread everything. I wish he would have followed my up to my room instead of going out the back door...leaving for who knows how long…
I couldn't help it I had to scream so I did, right out the window. Saying I didn't need him...but I did..., saying there was nothing that could fix this....but there was.... What I mean by all this is that I need him I just wanted him to say it first.
The next day when my mom was out getting food from Wal-Mart and I was up in my room I heard pebbles hitting the window and I knew he was there I walked over to the window to prove my thought and it was true he was there, screaming that he was in love with me, still throwing rocks at my window since I haven't opened it yet, waiting in the pouring rain coming back for more. I storm out of the room smiling and as I run down the stairs I remember his beautiful emerald eyes, hoping he hasn't left because now I know that all I need is on the other side of the door.