That’s all you sent
When I texted you I liked you.
It’s not like I’ve been wanting to tell you for years.
...That really makes it sound like I’m angry, huh?
Well, I’m not.
I’m hurt, yeah.
But I understand.
I was always weird and obnoxious as fuck.
I probably shouldn’t have said anything.
Should’ve kept my mouth shut, huh?
I guess that’ll be the end of that chapter of my life.
This is one of those pages I don’t really want to turn.
I don’t want to move on from this.
I liked you too much for too long,
And I depended on the memory of you—
The stupid hope that you might like me back,
The stupid hope that when I maybe someday told you, you’d return those feelings—
And you made this my favorite chapter.
I love you, Band Geek,
And as I drop the first handful of dirt onto the thing that might’ve been us,
I know I’ll always remember those days in algebra when I’d turn and tell you to stop kicking the back of my chair,
Or you’d challenge me to a game of chess,
Or I’d copy off your homework because I was always so irresponsible,
Or we’d joke that the world was kinda fucked,
Or just anything that wasn’t today.
Anything besides rejection.
I love you, Band Geek.
I fucking loved you.