I remember the first day we met.
I thought you were strange
You talked too much
We sat next to each other every Thursday morning
And all the other kids would gather round us,
We would entertain them
I didn’t like you (but secretly I kind of did)
But I don’t tell people what I really think…
Except for you
I always told you when I thought you were being mean, when I thought you had no backbone, and when I saw a fault I gladly pointed it out.
You were not as excited as I was
And you were kind of a baby,
I was kind of cold
You were so emotional
I don’t know what to do with you!
I waited all week to be with you
Hours spent wasting by the phone, I am not that girl, I do not waste.
I am not dependent on how other people feel about me…
So why am I waiting by the phone, waiting for your call… your text… your anything
You should be so lucky as to wait for me.
Why don’t you know this?
So I will no longer be waiting.
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well!





