maybe I am the way I am... because of you. Maybe before I met you or before we were together, I didn't really have anyone to talk to, so I wrote and wrote and wrote all of the things that I was feeling and all of the things I wish I could say but couldn't, and now that I have someone to talk to, you don't really care too much about the things I think about at night. My thoughts aren't that interesting to you, or you don't have any input or respond to what I'm telling you, so I keep quiet. And I keep it to myself. And I don't even have the courage to write it out anymore because I'm too embarrassed or feel stupid for feeling the way I do.

I'll never forget that time I saw you in the morning by the stairs, and you kissed me before you hugged me. And you kissed me really hard, like your lips pressing against my lips, and even though it kind of hurt because I had a kanker sore on my lip (blehhhck) I remember smiling a lot, because you haven't done that to me in a long time, and that day was really great because it started that way, and I don't know, that moment will never leave me.