1/30/07--A Letter to a Boy

How the hell did you do this to me? I spend three months getting over the pain, gettig over my love for you and then in just a few hours you manage to bring it all back. The day at Costco and laying on my bed. The late nights, the laughing, the crying, everything. It could have been perfect but you messed up. Everythin I once was with you is dead. You took the part of me that was able to love, to live, to move through this world with grace. I go through every day pushing you out of my mind and by the end of it, I'm still wishing my phone would ring and I'd hear your voice. I want to be at all your shows, i wanna be the one that you kiss after you play, not some little blonde things I don't know. It's all to hell. I hope your band's a flop and you end up stuck in Portland with nowhere to go, but at the same time I want you to become freakishly famous so I can see you everwhere I go. i want to go to all your shows and have you never know or to be able to chalk it all up to coincidence but that isn't gonna happen is it? I'm gonna be famous and you'll see what you missed out on. You'll understand one day that I was the best you were gonna get and you'll miss me like I miss you everyday since we parted. You'll see and I won't be sorry for anything I said. You'll see.