Two summers ago, you messed everything up in my head.
Two years, and I still haven't figured out how to fix it.
I still think about you sometimes.
And I sometimes wonder if you even think about me.
If I made as big of an impact on your life as you did on mine.
And I think I could hate you.
But I know enough about you to be obsessed with you,
and I don't know enough about you to hate you.
I hate a lot of people.
So why not you?
Why do you invade my thoughts so often when I haven't seen you since last summer,
and I haven't spoken to you in months.
Why are you still even an issue?
· Wed Apr 03, 2013 @ 05:05am · 0 Comments