Hahaha.
I’m supposed to laugh, right? Isn’t that the cue? So, out of nowhere, you finally decide to apologize?
Well, sorry.
Sorry.
That’s your line. Not mine. But it’s too late to use it now.
I’m sorry.
But you don’t have to be sorry anymore. I don’t care. There’s no sight of you in the present. I’ve left you where you’re supposed to be. In the past.
And I hope to see no sight of you in the future. Leave my future untouched. Leave it alone. Hopefully I’m no longer a burden to you.
A burden. A sack on your shoulder. You didn’t treat me like one at first, but now that my mind isn’t clogged up with your dumb face anymore, I can really see. See how very wrong I was. How I ruined your dumb appearance, your dumb self. How I embarrassed you.
Now you really want to wrap her up in your jacket when she’s cold. Her. Yes, that girl in the Pokemon shirt over there. You really want to wrap her up in it, and take her away with you.
But not as a sack.
Not as a burden.
But as a belonging.
A priceless belonging.
That’s not me. I wanted that to be me. Wanted. Get it? Past tense. I don’t want you anymore. I don’t need you anymore.
You think I’m stupid. Selfish. Stuck up. Dumb like all those other plastic fashion fanatic friends over there.
Heh. You’ve heard what everyone’s got to say about us. We’re heartlessly stereotyped every day. We can hear! We can feel!
We can see. We’re people, Jefferson. People. We have hearts, too. And they can be broken.
Just like mine. Just like yours.
And they can fall in love with anybody. Anybody!
Just like mine. Just like yours.
Go head off and away with your new, smarty-pants girl; buy her the fanciest pair of overalls and big frame glasses. Apparently she matches your intelligence, right? IQ of 500, or whatever. I don’t.
Do you think that I never actually loved you? Did you think Barbie was too good for you? Do you think Barbie could only pair up with a Ken? Did you finally think that it was all fake, and so very wrong?
I know that once, we both liked each other. Very, very much.
So, is she, that girl, your field? Do your dorky friends approve of her? And your dorky heart too?
And I thought we were the only ones that cared about appearance. Me and my friends. But…you? Caring about what everyone thinks of you liking, hanging around one of the acclaimed ‘dumb popular girls’?
Yes. That’s what I found out when our secret broke. When everyone found out. I embarrassed you in front of your dorky, ridiculous Mathletics friends. And…and you turned off all my friends, every single one of them too. But I, I still had hope!
But you left me. Just like that. You ignored me, treated me like I was just somebody. Some other person in this world, that had nothing to do with you. Pretended that you didn’t care about me. Pretended that you forgot about me.
When I met you, everything seemed to change. I thought it didn’t matter who you were, who I was. Just follow your heart, and everything will be fine. Be brave. Who cares what anybody thinks? Even if they found out about everything? Finally I snapped out of my daze. It took me a long time.
But no. I guess that’s all incorrect. It’s all ridiculous junk.
Smart Man is too good for me, and Barbie is too good for you. I was crazy, falling in love with a dork like you! Thinking that nobody else mattered, thinking ‘who cares what they think’, thinking that ‘everything will be fine’! And were you crazy, falling in love with me?
We both learned, didn’t we?
But you don’t have to be sorry anymore. I don’t care. It’s too late. We’ve returned back to how it should be. Back to ourselves. I’m back with my pretty girls, you’re back with your genius friends. And her. Why would I be jealous? Why should I be jealous of her? When I have someone like him around? Him. I suppose you can call him Ken.
There’s no turning back, there’s no looking back, there’s no thinking about the past. I don’t care about you, I don’t need you. It’s too late. This is how it should be. And this is how it’s meant to be.
) Sorry, if this is not a proper review. I'll like to comment (or nitpick) on things that really bothered me. You tend to cut-off sentences into phrases.
