We are the same, but
we are more different than anyone ever could have guessed.
He has miles and miles of beautiful blood red hair
While all I have is the same old black but brown locks that never change.
I don't know if he remembers me,
I used to see him every day in school.
But we were to busy being different
to realize that we were just identical.
Don't you ever wonder what he was doing?
talking to a girl like me?
That one time.
His friends didn't like me,
my friends liked him a little too much.
No where was safe.
No more "intellectual" conversations on the beach,
no more explaining the definition of every other word to me.
I don't know if he misses me,
but every one knows that I'll never stop missing him.
Maybe now I'm obsessed,
they all said that would happen after I tasted a slice of heaven,
but I didn't believe them.
I'll stop talking in third person now,
you need to be the recipient of my words.
I miss our very first date.
Remember,
walking in the old forest by the ruins,
holding my hand when we got lost,
and most of all, eating the picnic lunch that I had packed even if it meant certain death.
Remember teaching me how to use a computer?
I finally got it right.
Do you miss snuggling on the beach,
sitting in the sand till we couldn't feel our rear ends any more.
Do you miss buildin' sand castles in the wet sand right at the edge of the water?
Don't you remember how we used to protect it until that last wave had us both waterlogged?
I know that you can remember the time when your brother caught us studying and he told your mom that we were doing something else.
Did you feel as sad as I did when your mom told me never to come back to your house again?
I wouldn't know cause,
that was the day when you mysteriously
disappeared.
I think I went crazy,
stopping by your house everyday even though I knew you weren't there.
I kinda became like your very own stalker.
What's funny is that
as I'm writing this,
I'm sitting in the park across from your house.
I have a perfect view of the door.
Why do I feel like I can tell you this without expecting the breakup notice in the mail?
I don't know,
I don't know why my heart keeps
stopping and starting,
twisting and turning.
It's not like you can even hear me.
Do you remember when you saved my life?
Do you remember when that psycho shell stabbed me in my back?
I do.
I remember that I saw your face and I thought, 'Oh look, I'm saved."
Just seeing your face in my head made me safe.
No one outside could tell me different.
My heart stopped that day,
I remember how much I tried to get it back on again,
but no amount of
pleading,
crying,
and reminiscing
could change the diagnosis.
You were the perfect guy,
beautiful in every way.
I'll bet that you're even cuter now that you're eighteen.
I'm only fourteen now,
I wonder if that's why you left me.
Did you take a look in the mirror and realize that you needed a real woman?
I doubt it.
Your friends keep trying to discourage me,
my friends say you've found some one else.
But I won't believe it until I see you with some other girl on your arm.
I'll never give in to those haters.
Cause you wouldn't do that to me.
You'd just wink at me with those big green eyes of yours,
grab my shoulders,
and lay a big one on me.
Sounds like fun right?
I know that you may not be in my class any more,
but we had what your friends say was and still is impossible,
true love.
But I'm not listening to them any more,
I'll follow my heart and maybe someday yours will lead you back to me.
Love,
Peace,
and Anime Forever.
