Well!

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!