i wonder if you ever think of me.
goddamnit, we were 15
and it was never going to last, realistically
but i guess
i think thinking about you is some nostalgic reach into the past
to get back to the naivety and the shallow, impulsive emotions that i had felt when
i was 15.
but god, reading back on this - are you serious?
even back then
when i had dreams of being an author
and you had your guitar
just like now
you still somehow inspire me to write some bullshit prose.
i’m sure she knows about me
or am i?
maybe what i believe your perception of me is hyper-inflated
but surely
i meant, i was your first love.
that has to mean something, right?
you’re not even in my life anymore.
i’m not moaning about it
but so much has changed,
it’s been bloody three years.
i have short hair that you’ve never touched,
you learn new songs that lack any association to me.
we’re so different,
we’ll never be the people we were when
we were 15.
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