i don't care what they say about us anyways.

i can't forget the day after valentine's day. february 15th. harvard square. that wave. that we-don't-go-harvard miscommunication. the sex eyes all the way home.

i haven't thought about you all summer. you are just a screen name. a screen name who is always away. a screen name that doesn't say hello. not a single "hey, what's up?" not a single "sal." not a single h-e-l-l-o. this doesn't bother me. it's what you said the last time i saw you. that promise of a birthday present. that "see ya next year." then nothing. no words.

i keep seeing signs for Louisiana. i keep meeting people named Ian. i keep seeing you you you.

still nothing.

five mintues later. still nothing.

I AM WAITING. still nothing.

i am losing. i'm losing because i don't want to talk to you. that awkward hug didn't mean anything. the 123456789 hand hold didn't mean anything. that "that'll work over your stomach" didn't mean anything.

i'm just your "not really a friend" friend. i guess i can handle that, but i really miss that spontaniety.

oh, remember that time you promised to save my life? i could sure use it now.
 
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