If I Never See Your Face Again

Last week, I told myself that from here on out, Yellow wouldn't matter. Then I listened to Details in the fabric by Jason Mraz. This song got me through the summer. Listening to this song, it reminded me how immensely perfect my summer had been because of him, because of the letters he had hand written to me. Those letters that made me cry and smile and laugh. It was simple perfection. And now, he's moved on. There's so much space and distance between us now. I don't know him anymore. I'm not sure I ever did. Perhaps in my subconscious, I'm still irrevocably infatuated with this boy. Or perhaps, he was the only other person I truly, for some odd reason, believed cared for me besides Kip. I'm not quite sure about either one of them. I'm not quite sure any of it it was real in the first place. But I'm a big girl...

...I'll stand up again one day.