you know, way back then  I thought you liked me...
and not just in the "cool dude" or "chill but nothing in common so we won't talk" kind of way, I mean like like me as us kids would say.
the way you would just stare at me as I read my book, being interrupted without a single word ever passing between us, you made the words change directly on the page from some random sci-fi novel to ours, or better yet, the one you hoped to write, the one you hoped I would somehow read. I mean heck, I barely knew you...I just knew your name and the way you answered your presence everyday aloud. freckles dotted around your face from the sun, oh how he wished he was more than one star alone, hoping to plant specs of them upon the skin of another. you know maybe it was because I was insecure, or maybe it was because we both we're.

You read my poetry and writing, letting me know you were listening, and I was just to stupid to notice.

I didn't really know what to do.

Then you dated her, and it honestly made the rose tinted world black.

Don't get me wrong, I mean she's a lovely girl, I was just left in a tug.

Ah, well, confidence showed somewhere, just no where near how I expected it to. She rubbed off on you, and I guess it was for the better, it had to be.

After a while, words became more common between us, and finally they stopped completely again, except this time I didn't even get the daily "here" or  "present" from the passage way of your words, not even a glance.

Months upon months passed, and here I sit in my boring bed room writing how sorry I am for never taking a chance as you sit with you group of lovely friends talking about current events.

I know you like her, so I'm not ever going to bud in where I shouldn't, believe me I couldn't, I wouldn't have a chance against her.

Your a great guy.

Much Love.

(j.a.r.)