• I can’t possibly forget

    by  • July 17, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Yearning for You • 0 Comments

    Dear Worm,

    That’s the nickname I use so I can talk about you to my friends. You don’t know that though.

    I remember when we were little and played house, we were always the parents. I remember you teaching me how to write the number 2, because I ‘fixed’ your math homework. I remember when the snakes got into the house and you tried to protect me, even though you were deathly afraid of them too. I remember the day you left, I cried for a week, I was 6 but that was my first heartbreak.

    That was a long time ago, and we’ve both grown a lot since then. But when you walked into work for your first day I felt my heart drop. Of every office in this world, you walked into mine. last year, I couldn’t even form words around you, my heart would speed up, I got lightheaded, it was bad. Now this year we go to lunch every other day and talk all day about everything. I even got bold enough to ask if you had a girlfriend. . . or if you wanted one. You told me you didn’t have time for a girlfriend, and I wasn’t your type. I can’t lie, so I’ll say that hurt a lot, but when I came in the next day you acted like I never asked you and we went back to normal.

    What really hurt was last week when you got back to your desk after lunch and saw your desk attacked by post it notes from me, and you threw them away, without saying one word about it. granted if Id known what I know now, I wouldn’t have been mad at all.

    I found out yesterday that both of your grandmothers were in the hospital on your birthday, and one passed this weekend. I can never pretend that I know what that’s like. I just want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter where you go, how much time passes, I will always be here if you need me.

    people tell me I need to get over you, but there is no way for me to forget you.


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