Dear God,
She told me that no matter how perfect I think I am, I'm a fucked up person.
We're all fucked up people.
Whether we believe it or not is our choice.
She would scream, "I'm fucking insane!" And I would watch in awe. Insane? She was insane and probably still is up in heaven.
The last night, I screamed it with her. "I'm fucking insane!" I yelled out from my roof top.
The stars twinkled and I couldn't help but feel at ease.
At ease with all of the obstacles I've ever faced.
That same night, she told me that she'd fucked up and fell in love with me.
I told her that I didn't feel the same way. She restated her initial statement.
"See, you're a fucked up person. We get what we want but not when we want it. My love isn't on layaway, you know?" And I nodded.
"You're a fucked up guy because you don't love me. I'm only calling you this because I'm a selfish girl, a non believer. I'm hurt and heartbroken. I never believed in anything but you. Only because I'm a screwed up person too."
