SORRY FOR DELAY! Happy Birthday Brandon Dubinsky of the New York Rangers 26 finally! I wish I knew you.
I always seem indifferent whether or not Fang and Max are dating, but I'm not. I wanted Max. I loved her. Pay attention to the past tense. I'm over her. Yeah, I moved on to her sister, but that's about as over Max you can get.
I remember her bright blonde head swaying as we played in the School's sandbox. How she decided she was the only one allowed to play with the Barbies. No on really cared though, it was two boys and one girl.
She changed so much since then. I recall on the memory of seeing her against the white Antarctic landscape. Her ratty, knotted brown hair getting crystallized by the whipping snow. The way her cheekbones just popped in her sunken features and the bright tint of pink they had. Her chocolate brown eyes skeptically following Brigid everywhere she went. How she seemed to nervous I could see her and she wasn't at her best. She always was.
Everything about her was perfect to me. She was-is-beautiful. I'll always think that about her. I know I am over her, but you can think a model is smokin' and not be in love with her. That's what many men do.
I adored her soft words whispered to everyone at night. The stories she'd tell the kids of princes and princesses all getting happy endings. I used to want those endings wit her.
She always pushed small items I couldn't find closer to me, Max thought I couldn't hear or wouldn't notice. Every time she did it her breath hitched slightly, like when she first kissed Fang.
It broke my heart when she did that. Too late, I kept thinking, too late to get her back. Max was Fang's, and yes they are cute together.
Fang was the sky and Max was the sun. Fang was always behind her and he brought out the light within her. Max didn't make people ignore him. She made them look and realize the beauty inside of a silent boy. I wouldn't bring out Max like him. Even if I tried everything she would be a sun on a cloudy day.
The one thing I don't like about Max is how uptight she is. I tell some dirty jokes and she flips at me for being a 'sexist pig' the only thing I am is a sexy pig, maybe. I made those dirty jokes up hoping she would notice me. She did, only it was in all the wrong ways. With every joke I'd get hope. She would let out a breathy laugh and then scold me as if I were four. I hoped that maybe she wouldn't scold me. She would instead laugh with me and talk like we were more than friends.
We aren't though. We never will be no matter how hard I try. I don't try anymore. Oh who am I kidding I do. I will always try to. I want her. Damn, I guess I'm not as over Max as I hoped.
FLY ON,
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