November 7th, 2008.
You were my favorite person in the world.
You were my laughter, and I was your joke. Your smile could light up anything it wanted; even the inside of me, that never saw light except for when it came to you.
You never knew a thing.
You could confide in me, secrets I would never tell. And I would listen to you, because no one else would. Weren't we perfect? We were twins, too. Matching pants, shoes, smiles. And I bet we still are.
You were so crazy. We had so much fun...All we had to do was be together, be ourselves. And you made me crazy.
I remember when I would need to have a "talk" without you, and we'd do it in the storage closet. I always locked it. For you, not me. And it always tickled me when I realized what it would like when we emerged. People were constantly asking if you were my boyfriend. We would come out and I'd be laughing, and you shaking your head. It was the only time you could pass as serious. Brett would start toward us, determination on his face. We'd make a run for it - I, to the ladies's bathroom, you to the mens'.
I remember when you went to war for me, with Chris. It makes me laugh every time I think think of how it ended. With the knife waving, and Rick yelling at you two to break it up. It makes me laugh to think of how it happened, too.
I remember when we all went to get ice cream after we planted flowers in front of the pregnancy center. Everyone was hot and sweaty, but you and me, because no one would give us real jobs anyways. I, for one, knew exactly why, and didn't care at all. Hosing the sidewalk with you teasing me was way too much fun. There was that boy I could not get over. I waved to him. Feeling bubbly, knowing I looked it. All the other girls laughed at me. He kept riding his bike back and forth, back and forth, between the catholic school and the picnic tables outside Dairy Delights. He was so solemn. Determined. He started singing along to the music on his iPod at one point. It was so cute. I said i was going to marry him. You asked me if I was serious. I said yes. You picked up your sundae, and went to a different table. It was as cute as the black-haired boy on the bike. I love it when you get jealous.
I remember how I felt for you in the baby food-eating contest. You sat up straight, and threw up all over your shirt. You looked sick. Pathetic. For the first time, I took pity on you. Until you gave me a forceful goodbye hug, rubbing dried vomit all over my chest.
I remember your puppy-dog eyes you gave me, every time I told you something I knew about your "love life" and wouldn't tell. When were at McDonald's, you were carrying my drink to the table. And I was carrying Mikayla's secret. She made me promise not to tell anyone that she had a crush on you. All I had to say was that I knew someone like you...Then you would stop at nothing. Two days later, you were on your knees, kissing my feet and telling me I was a goddess. We were at the bowling alley, your lips on dirty bowling shoes. It was a sight to behold.
I remember the shaving cream fight. It started with a hug. You hugging me with it all over your shirt, your face, and making me laugh. All I remember was scooping a handful off my shoulder and flinging it at you. Then everybody was doing it. We didn't care about anyone else, at least I didn't. It was just you and me, IT was all a blur of flying white. But nothing mattered - it could have been the sky. There was too little on my mind to not know when to duck it. But somehow you ended up hitting me in the face with every other shot. You've always made me wonder. We almost kissed. Someone said to break it up. You smiled and rubbed some into my face. I smiled back and piled some on your head. You were running, I was chasing you. Someone was screaming. Everyone was watching. We looked at each other and laughed. It wasn't even possible to stop.
Because you're crazy. I wonder if you even remember.
You were my laughter, and I was your joke. Your smile could light up anything it wanted; even the inside of me, that never saw light except for when it came to you.
You never knew a thing.
You could confide in me, secrets I would never tell. And I would listen to you, because no one else would. Weren't we perfect? We were twins, too. Matching pants, shoes, smiles. And I bet we still are.
You were so crazy. We had so much fun...All we had to do was be together, be ourselves. And you made me crazy.
I remember when I would need to have a "talk" without you, and we'd do it in the storage closet. I always locked it. For you, not me. And it always tickled me when I realized what it would like when we emerged. People were constantly asking if you were my boyfriend. We would come out and I'd be laughing, and you shaking your head. It was the only time you could pass as serious. Brett would start toward us, determination on his face. We'd make a run for it - I, to the ladies's bathroom, you to the mens'.
I remember when you went to war for me, with Chris. It makes me laugh every time I think think of how it ended. With the knife waving, and Rick yelling at you two to break it up. It makes me laugh to think of how it happened, too.
I remember when we all went to get ice cream after we planted flowers in front of the pregnancy center. Everyone was hot and sweaty, but you and me, because no one would give us real jobs anyways. I, for one, knew exactly why, and didn't care at all. Hosing the sidewalk with you teasing me was way too much fun. There was that boy I could not get over. I waved to him. Feeling bubbly, knowing I looked it. All the other girls laughed at me. He kept riding his bike back and forth, back and forth, between the catholic school and the picnic tables outside Dairy Delights. He was so solemn. Determined. He started singing along to the music on his iPod at one point. It was so cute. I said i was going to marry him. You asked me if I was serious. I said yes. You picked up your sundae, and went to a different table. It was as cute as the black-haired boy on the bike. I love it when you get jealous.
I remember how I felt for you in the baby food-eating contest. You sat up straight, and threw up all over your shirt. You looked sick. Pathetic. For the first time, I took pity on you. Until you gave me a forceful goodbye hug, rubbing dried vomit all over my chest.
I remember your puppy-dog eyes you gave me, every time I told you something I knew about your "love life" and wouldn't tell. When were at McDonald's, you were carrying my drink to the table. And I was carrying Mikayla's secret. She made me promise not to tell anyone that she had a crush on you. All I had to say was that I knew someone like you...Then you would stop at nothing. Two days later, you were on your knees, kissing my feet and telling me I was a goddess. We were at the bowling alley, your lips on dirty bowling shoes. It was a sight to behold.
I remember the shaving cream fight. It started with a hug. You hugging me with it all over your shirt, your face, and making me laugh. All I remember was scooping a handful off my shoulder and flinging it at you. Then everybody was doing it. We didn't care about anyone else, at least I didn't. It was just you and me, IT was all a blur of flying white. But nothing mattered - it could have been the sky. There was too little on my mind to not know when to duck it. But somehow you ended up hitting me in the face with every other shot. You've always made me wonder. We almost kissed. Someone said to break it up. You smiled and rubbed some into my face. I smiled back and piled some on your head. You were running, I was chasing you. Someone was screaming. Everyone was watching. We looked at each other and laughed. It wasn't even possible to stop.
Because you're crazy. I wonder if you even remember.
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