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Remember when you asked me which was more important, music or lyrics? I said lyrics because above all, I am a writer; you said good because then we'll always have both. I liked how you put the we there, even though I haven't seen you in ages and know i won't see you again anytime soon. Maybe you were right. Maybe there could be both. I'm devoted though. Writing is my passion.
We were both writers. Lost in some type of self-pity. I'm almost glad we never really found a connection. Life wouldn't have worked out good both of us being that way. It was interesting, a great experience. From you I learned emotion didn't have to come from anything in particular and lost my naiveness. I miss that somedays though. When I was in seventh grade I cut because I read in a book that a girl cut. When you said that I was bad I believed it. Part of me still believes it to this day. I'm shocked when people say I'm pretty. I don't like letting people take my picture, I let you have that. I gave that to you and to this day that part of me, that little girl is gone. I know I shouldn't blame you like this but it's not blaming it's acknowledging. To say the truth I'm glad you did it. Some people I don't know if I could forgive. In my eyes though you always have been and always will be perfect.
I miss you almost every day. You always surprised me with how much you knew. Always had something interesting to say. Were the bossiest know-it-all I've ever met and had control problems. I still think about you, wonder what you're doing and such. I wish I didn't. It would be so much easier to forget. I guess that's just what happens when we finally start growing up. We drift apart and start acting boring.
To all the people I've never talked to, judged, thought of, missed, and cried for.
