I know you'll probably never see this, but that means she won't either. I'm tired of her bitching at me for talking to you. I'm tired of her harassing me for existing. I'm tired of her talking s**t when I'm not around, or over the phone, but not doing jack s**t when I'm sitting there right in front of her face. I miss you. I think we've had maybe two actual conversations in the past six months; one when big fuzz died and then the next one a couple months later, before the party. even then there weren't more then a few words exchanged. I see you more often now, but she's always there, so we're never really able to interact with each other. I hate it. so much has happened. so much has changed. so much has stayed the same. I wish I could tell you all about it. I wish I could tell you about him. I think you'd like him. He's so wonderful. so far you've still been the only one with the ability to make everything else disappear, just by smiling at me, but he keeps me smiling. He can always make me laugh, no matter the mood I'm in. I cried tears of joy the night I realized how much I loved this kid. I haven't cried tears of joy since the beginning of our relationship. When I'm with him he makes me feel like the hole in my chest is almost healed. It kind of scares me now, though, because I realize how much I need him to feel okay. How much I need him to be able to tell the others no. The thought of actually needing someone again is terrifying. in any case, the whole point of this comment was to let you know how much I miss you. I don't know any other way i can tell you without her biting my head off out of pure jealousy. I long for the day when we can talk everyday again. I long for the day when we can just lay there and talk to each other for twelve hours straight again. I long for the day we can sing sublime with each other at three in the morning again. I long for the day when we can sit down and watch that episode of scooby doo together and just laugh our asses off. I long for the day we can sit there and kick each other's asses at soul calibur again. I long for the day when the four of us can all go back to the bowl together to have our late night skate sessions again; like we did back before everyone knew it was there. I long for the wednesday we can go back and spend the afternoon on louisa blvd again. I long for the day we can start spending the rest of our lives together, like we promised we would even if we weren't dating. I long for the day I can have my best friend back. I fear that day will never come, but I hope more then anything in the world that it does. I love you. I miss you. I still want you to be a big part of my life.
I'm walking around downtown, and something catches the corner of my eye. A massive word is pasted onto the side of a wall, just off in the distance.
Now who in the world, around here, likes the word ECHO?
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