Words were spoken between us.
The first time in *weeks*.
Crazy.
I thought you hated me and didn't care.
You didn't want to be friends.
Then I heard this stuff:
"He really wants to be your friend...he said the only thing that is stopping him is that he think you(me) are happier not being friends and he doesn't want to hurt you(me)"-not to be named girl[:
"He said he wished you were friends again..but that he hadn't tried too much"-a different girl.
Um let me clear this up.
I was so much happier when we were friends.
*My day got better when I walked threw those seminary building doors and saw both of you waiting for me.
Even if it was only for a brief moment, it felt like nothing had changed. I miss that so much.
I hope all this stuff I am hearing is true, that he does want it too.I hope he is reading this too. Or I'm talking nonsense to all of you. Sorry[:
i promise, i am trying.
heading toward here[: if you come with me it will be *true*.
Does someone have a boy story for me?
I'd sure love to hear it[:
With hugs & kisses,
Kara(:
p.s. I was deemed a new nickname the other day...Mexican...hahahaha[:
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