Sorry everyone. This was just a little rant.

Disclaimer: I don't own Narutp

November 24 at 10:09 pm. That was it. It felt like a piece of me was ripped out and now I'm left feeling completely unsure of my own emotions. They looked up to us. Completely irrelevant but true. But as usual, after such an emotional rush, I can't help but think it was all my fault. Sure I started out with apologizing for my naive behavior, but I just kept going. I kept going till it felt like I had emptied myself out to you and that was all it could be. I emptied myself to you till there was no more for me to say. Was that my fault? Keeping all these stresses within myself simply because I knew we couldn't really take it. Was it all my fault that we weren't even worth saving?

So now I sit here conjuring up my inner "Fransisco" hoping that maybe I could compose something tangible. Something that would make sense and appeal to an audience of fifty. Yet, I can't even entertain the idea of fifty much less just having a one on one conversation with just you in the crowd.

You see, I was planning our Christmas break already. The little cute cafe we'd go to one afternoon to get our insides warm from the cruel cold winter weather. The Santa picture I'd frame in my new room from that mall a little far from the neighborhood. We'd go ice skating in downtown, hit up some movies and play COD again in your room. But that was me dreaming, maybe a little too hard.

I know you would never cheat, and even though I seemed like the type to do so, I wouldn't now. Not with you atleast. But I still have these butterflies. The same butterflies I got when I realized I was in love with you. The same butterflies when we kissed, went out on our first date, when we became public, when you hold my hand. And the same butterflies I feel right now, even when we're not that same us we were before. Thing is, I should give these back to you just so you know I was genuine about you. I had the best intentions in mind. I just never thought it'd end up like this.

So where exactly are we? I'm in my room, I'm going to work my shift early in the morning and go to school right after, while you have school and basketball. Naruto, maybe we're just in different stages in life that makes the reality of this way to hard on both of us. I'm sorry.