I thought of you a lot last night. I don’t know if it was the combination of finding my little reminders on twitter and being in my mom’s neighborhood when it was so late, but I did. You don’t hurt me so much anymore now, it’s like a scar…you know it’s there but most of the time you don’t think about it, but when you do you can feel an echo of the sting of the wound that was once there. That’s all you are to me now. Just a scar. Just an echo of a wound that once hurt so bad, now the minor stinging I can deal with. It is only proof that at one point you we’re very very real to me. I know that everything is broken and changed now, and everyone made mistakes that put a wedge between even the strongest friendships. I hope that sometimes you catch yourself looking at that planet and thinking about the good times, for my own sake I believe that you do. Lately I feel like God has been taunting me, everywhere I go in Snellville I see a guy that looks just like you, so much that I often have to do a double take only to find that he has blue eyes, not brown. Anyways I guess all I’m saying is I miss you even though I’m not supposed to and I hope that your doing well.
