Another Day....

Yesterday I was fine.
I didn't have to think about you.
But today, I can't stop.

Dad took me out for a drive.
Our usual coffee,
and some nice distracting conversation.

I'm getting my hair cut today.
Dad told me in May he'd pay for me
to get my hair colored and nails done for
graduation.

Yesterday, I did something insanely
hard.

Put most everything that reminded me of you
In a box.
Took one last look at what had been "Our" life.
Cried as I wrote you a letter.
Some getting on the paper- I couldn't stop that.

I drove to your house.
Put it on your car, and drove away.

Yesterday I skipped school.
You've hurt me so badly.
My dad came and got me.

Maybe seperation is the best,
but that doesn't change my feelings for you.
I can't love someone forever who "loves ME"
on a "For now" basis.

I'll miss the youth group terribly.
I gave Joelle some ideas for it last weekend.
Helping out finally made me feel like a part
of that church family that I struggled so hard
in feeling " a part".

You took that away.

How could everything be GREAT
at Tolo?
Then Monday everything ISN'T?

You had to not love me for awhile now.
Been thinking about not loving me anymore.

Who are you to talk to Ander's about us?
Remember him, Danielle, and your brother and the
whole RAPE thing? Apparently not.
That and HE DOESN'T KNOW ME.

My friend Tim is back in touch with me.
Mom said I'd probably meet the man I'll marry in
this next year.

I liked him before.
Maybe it's him, because I guess it's not you.

Someday I'll bury your memory.
And by the time you figure out you want me,
I fear it'll be too late.