Too late, too much to say.
I seen him today. Brown shirt. Beanie. Just as cute as ever. Still wears my bracelet, too. Why does it feel like I still liked you? This is just wrong. I still can’t get that day out of my head. You playing guitar and singing to me, walking in the rain, and that one, perfect kiss. You looking me right in the eyes and telling me you loved me. Fuck. Why couldn’t you have just stayed a little longer a few weeks ago. I wanted to tell you something. Something I should have said to you all those months ago. I guess you’ll never know now. :l.
