***Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from "My Girl"
** I wrote this when I was really tired, and I know it could be better, but oh well. I don't feel like fixing it up.
I dreamt about Thomas J. again last night. We were under the weeping willow like old times, and I told Thomas J. that he was my best friend in the whole world. He told me he knew, and then he disappeared.
I still think about him every day. It still hurts, but I don't tell anyone that. I don't want them to worry about me like the day of his funeral.
Judy is my new friend now, but she'll never be as close to me as Thomas J. was. She doesn't know every single thing about me like he did, so I don't tell her the truth all the time. I guess I'm afraid of letting her get too close to me because she might die like he did.
I don't go to Dr. Welty every day anymore. I feel dead, and dead people don't feel any pain. I don't talk to Mr. Bixler that much, either. How could I have ever had a crush on him when Thomas J. was right in front of me? I should have wanted to marry him instead.
I hope Thomas J. got brave enough to ride the horses with wings in heaven. I hope he and my mother take care of each other. Most of all, I hope he never forgets about me. I know I'll never forget him. He's forever in my heart.
** I wrote this when I was really tired, and I know it could be better, but oh well. I don't feel like fixing it up.
I dreamt about Thomas J. again last night. We were under the weeping willow like old times, and I told Thomas J. that he was my best friend in the whole world. He told me he knew, and then he disappeared.
I still think about him every day. It still hurts, but I don't tell anyone that. I don't want them to worry about me like the day of his funeral.
Judy is my new friend now, but she'll never be as close to me as Thomas J. was. She doesn't know every single thing about me like he did, so I don't tell her the truth all the time. I guess I'm afraid of letting her get too close to me because she might die like he did.
I don't go to Dr. Welty every day anymore. I feel dead, and dead people don't feel any pain. I don't talk to Mr. Bixler that much, either. How could I have ever had a crush on him when Thomas J. was right in front of me? I should have wanted to marry him instead.
I hope Thomas J. got brave enough to ride the horses with wings in heaven. I hope he and my mother take care of each other. Most of all, I hope he never forgets about me. I know I'll never forget him. He's forever in my heart.