I had my arm around you as tears dripped from your eye,
and moistened your cheek.

I had never been so much in love, so naive,
so afraid to speak.

In a house that was empty,
and in a relationship that was dead.

We looked at each other,
and together we cried.

you cheated on me, i cheated on you, we were dum, young, and well...
i was full of

lies.

it seemed like we had been together forever,
and we knew everything about each other.

it seemed like life was just beginning,
and in two years we would not even know each other.

we were too ashamed, embarassed, exposed.
didn't want anyone to know.

it was the only thing to do.

I remember i smoked a bowl with my friends, after driving around listening to
Nirvana's Breed,
and confessed in a damp backyard as three of us sat on treestumps around a bonfire.

You told your bestfriend before you told me,
and before we knew what to do the whole school already knew.

I was in constant denial.

months earlier we were frisky in the back of a movie theater,
and fogging up my hatchback windows,
cutting lunch and fucking in the observatory.

years earlier I was too shy to kiss you,
we went on nature walks and told each other our fantasies,
far from reality we dreamt up delusionary dialouge
though neither of us believed what we were saying, we knew what we wanted.

and eventually we got it.

we nearly lit the whole house on fire because of the friction.
we had to throw out the sheets,
and my grandmom thought I had a party because of the huge mess we made.

I remember your little gifts,
and the way you could make me smile with one glance.

I remember hating you more then words can do justice,
especially the time you made out with that dude in front of my face,
moaning like a governor's mistress

just to piss me off.

How many times did we wake up next to each other and say,
'shit, not again'?

I remember the phone call, and even though we had not spoken in two weeks,
I knew, even if it wasn't mine, I was the only person who could say the things
to make you smile.

I don't think it really hit me until I was in college and we read a Hemingway
short-story written while he was in Spain.

I remember talking to a stranger about it,
saying how it changed my life,
changed my whole perspective,
made me grow up.

I remember seeing you
and having nothing to say.

Even though i may never see you again
I just want to say now that
I will always love you.

03/02/2007

Posted on 03/03/2007
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