For some reason, the things going on around me, are making me think about you again. When I'm talking to a nice person, or, when I look at old photos and remember the emotions that once belonged to them. I think about you, when I meet guys your age...And, even when I meet girls your age that are a lot like you. It's weird. And it's also weird how much I now know you changed. I guess growing up does that to people. For better, or worse, or both.
I remember a lot.
Like what happened that day...
You walked in...
We talked.
You raised your voice, and my eyes filled up with tears.
You brushed aside my hair, and it only fell back in front of my dying eyes.
You had more important things to do. So, you walked away.
I said I was sorry... and then, I thanked you.
For some reason... you thanked me back.
And then you walked out of the room, letting the door close behind you.
The door, closed behind you.
And then I cried.
I cried a lot.
But you just drove away.
And for that I hated you. I hated me.
For a long time.
But now its all okay.
And, by that I mean "okay".
There are tears, and still I can cry...but its only because of the rejection I felt.
I don't want you back anymore.
I don't.
But I don't hate you.
And I don't hate me.
Cause Jesus saved my life.
And it took this to make me see that.
So, thank you.
Again.
Goodbye.
