Youd had a girlfriend. I knew this all to much. And obviously you did to. It took you probably about a week or two after you mentioned her the first time that you realized I didn't hate you. Your hesitation and lack of ever telling me had to mean something...right?
Anyways you were texting her and you upset her. She wouldn't tell you why and I gave you some advice.
"Thank god you're not crazy." You comment to me.
I freeze in that moment. Watching you look out of over the road. I think to myself of the crazy dance parties, songs about my animals, and silly faces. I think of how you never really knew those. Just the awkward and strange church girl who liked to spend time with you. Maybe that was all I was....
