Our two year anniversary.
i had it all planned out.
we’d go to KC, go ride a roller coaster.
i’d ask you on top of it.
i had a ring or two picked out.
but instead, you told me no.
so i fell out of love.
i know we’re both happy now.
i have mine, and you have yours.
but sometimes, late at night, i wonder if you are missing me.
i wonder if you regret every time you didn’t say “i love you”
i do, sometimes. only late at night.
when i remember what your skin felt like on mine.
what your lips tasted like.
the way we just made so much sense.
but the bad outweighed the good.
and we’re both happy now.
i’ve got the girl i always wanted,
and she wants to marry me.
and you’ve got your girl-
who is clearly crazy over you.
i remember how that feels. to be crazy over you.
i did it for 4 years.
but you were my best friend. and i get jealous knowing you’re sharing your secrets with her now.
i miss my friend.
i miss our jokes.
i miss my darlink.
but only today.
tomorrow i’ll be okay again.