I said I wouldn't write about you but then I saw what she wrote and my heart just dropped and my shoulders sagged. What I want more than anything is just to talk to you again, to get to know you better, and for you to see that it's not her, it's me okay? I want to scream it to you at the top of my lungs IT'S ME IT'S ME IT'S ME so that it sticks in your head and so you don't forget. I haven't let my hope get this high in so long and what she wrote just brought them crashing down on top of my head. Now everytime I read it my eyes fog up and I hate her I hate her I hate her all over again.

This isn't very poetic or even well written, but it's emotional and that's all that matters.

I'm thinking too much about the future and the past
When really all that matters is the here and the now
I've got to see that somehow

Something between regret and relief.

I'm sorry.
For what?
For being shy.
You don't have to be sorry, that's why I like you.

I like it when our arms brush.
Your touch gives me violent butterflies.

Gloomy feelings and not knowing where you stand 

are cause for a night full of sighs.

Writing lists so she didn't forget

a to-do for today, tomorrow and yet

she forgot to remember

what she remembered to forget

here.