win(ter)

i apologize in advanced to the very few that will understand this post.

because reading things you don't understand is annoying.

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this one is for you, nayma.

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now, i know this song makes no sense because you don't like Bob Dylan

nor are you from the north country.

but, i was looking at this picture of you while listening to this.

it made me think of the boy who loves you.

the words flawlessly describe a broken heart.

i hope that someday you will be able to get close to someone

and share yourself and get lost in one another.

but don't get wrapped up in high school relationships

because we're all going to forget each other someday.

being young and unhappy is not worth the few months you might spend with someone.

but i love that you are getting all the things you deserve

and need, especially at this time of neglection from others.

if you're are refraining from doing something because of me,

please forget me.

it never happened. it meant nothing. 

but you, you mean the world to me.

even though at times i really don't show it.

.  .  .

thank you for never ditching me

especially when it was so easy to.

this is us trying to look awesome in 2010

this was you during the best winter in 2011

this is us kissing in 2012

i'll never forget that winter spent in my cold room: 

with christmas lights wrapped around my bed posts,

us listening to cocorosie, drawing on our arms, singing the 

only song i knew on the guitar, thinking we were the only 

depressed teenagers on earth, mesmerized by the yellow

glow of the room. 

man, how was that even fun?

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remember how we cried when we found "scenes from the suburbs" online?

and then we cried during...

and then we cried after...

and then you were in love with the red-head.