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Dried, Faded Corsage
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~*Written 7/9/02*~
You stood on my porch with your hand sbehind your back. Smiled sheepishly and pulled out a pretty corsage with a pale pink ribbon in the center. A corsage your mother no doubt bought and made you give.
"Thanks for being my friend," you say. Thanks for being your friend? Should I thank you for all the nights I cried myself to sleep? For wanting to die because of the pain? For breaking my heart? For throwing me away? Gosh.
I've forgiven you. But I just...it still hurts. It's still so unreal. After all this time, I can't accept that you would choose love over friendship and pretty much kill me. The Chad I loved would never do that. I don't think the Chad I loved ever really existed. I never realized how blind you were. How could you not know that I loved you? Maybe you just didn't want to accept it. I don't know. It's been a long time since you severed our friendship. But I still want to cry.
~*Written 7/9/02*~
You stood on my porch with your hand sbehind your back. Smiled sheepishly and pulled out a pretty corsage with a pale pink ribbon in the center. A corsage your mother no doubt bought and made you give.
"Thanks for being my friend," you say. Thanks for being your friend? Should I thank you for all the nights I cried myself to sleep? For wanting to die because of the pain? For breaking my heart? For throwing me away? Gosh.
I've forgiven you. But I just...it still hurts. It's still so unreal. After all this time, I can't accept that you would choose love over friendship and pretty much kill me. The Chad I loved would never do that. I don't think the Chad I loved ever really existed. I never realized how blind you were. How could you not know that I loved you? Maybe you just didn't want to accept it. I don't know. It's been a long time since you severed our friendship. But I still want to cry.