you are not forgotten
posted on May 4th, 2008 (09:06 AM) in Boyshapedlovedrug, Suicide Notes and Butterfly KissessDear Bb,
I miss you.
I miss the us before things got complicated. I miss the us before you left for J. I miss you in bed.
I know i said that we're better off this way. It was partly true, and I was partly defensive. After things changed, it didn't make sense anymore.
Funny how everything started with you. Don't get me wrong though, I don't blame you for anything. I'm not sure if you knew this, but I fell in love with you the first few months I knew you. Suddenly finding out you have a girlfriend made me cry. The night you came over and told me you like me, but you just wanted to "go with the flow", was when you broke my heart. It took me a long time to get over you. Ex was the person who helped me. Ex was the filler I used to get over you, and guess how that turned out? A couple of years later, I had you helping me get over ex. Talk about vicious cycles.
So maybe I used you. Maybe you used me. It doesn't matter really.
I may not feel the way I used to feel for you. You probably never felt anything for me. But we had great fun. Sometimes, that's all that matters. I let you get away with things because I needed your distraction, as much as you wanted to get laid. Yes it was very wrong. But we're both taking advantage, so what's the big?
Did you really grew a conscience, or did you not like being used? Or maybe you got bored? No one could really sustain your attention for long; and I could be very overwhelming.
The thing is, regardless of everything that went down [pun unintended], i am suddenly missing you. You have always been great fun to talk with, when you're in the mood to talk. Seeing you for lunch, or just hanging out in my house with you never fail to make me happy. Being with you for dinner and desserts would always be my favorite. Passing by the "used to be routes" still make me smile. Remember that road down in Merville? I loved that place since we drove by there 2 years ago.
I still miss you b. Talk to me.
Love, J










































