Me: as soon as I put down my phone and roll over, brain decides it's a good time to think about all the shit I try to not think about.
Damn life has really been flying by. Like it's already been 2 years since we graduated. That's crazy. It honestly almost feels like it's been longer than that. Feels like forever since we were in high school and I managed to drag my ass to school by 8 every day. And now it's a good day if I'm out of bed by 9:30, and that's pushing it. But like, 8th grade really was forever ago. What, 7 years ago? Going on 8? Jeeze. We have changed so much since then. But yet I still remember how it all started. I remember feeling giddy talking to you, probably smiling at my phone like a goon. And I remember how it didn't take long at all for us to just know. And wanting to say it but having to wait til thanksgiving break was over so we could say it before school started that morning. We were such babies, but yet I don't think there's like an age limit on feelings. To some extent I suppose, but I think we were old enough to know.
And now here we are and I really don't know anymore. I really miss you. But if that's not reciprocated, I've just gotta find my own way. Maybe I'm wrong, but I seem to think that I know we could be great if we gave it a real shot.
