Ok...i was writing this and couldn't write anymore so i stopped. a better ending is in order.
your shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes that sparkle remind me of
summers gone by
the knees of your Gap jeans still tinged with green
from that last football game in the park
you remember that, right?
do you remember sitting at the beach flinging
that dinged-up plastic frisbee around
my
capris rolled up past my knees because the saltwater stains, according to some hypocrite
old lady sunbathing in a lawn chair which
is quite a sight, let me tell you.
I don't know why i'm listening to her, it's
probably only because you said i looked cool
like this but
i don't know why i'm listening to you either, of all people, because you're my
mom's friend's son and your mom probably
told you to say that to make me feel good.
I gather this because
i can hear them chatting and swapping details
of both of our lives, real personal stuff
too
like your crush on the principal of your school's
daughter.
I don't even want to know how your mom found that out, and i feel
like teasing you but i see the look on your face and
decide against it.
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