it had been eight months.
i totally forgot about you.
until i saw you
walk inside my petshop
hand in hand
with a red head.
and suddenly all these emotions
were fighting there way back
and i almost died
seeing you with somebody else.
except unlike brendon
this girl, whose name was debby,
was nice.
pretty.
funny.
you had no reason to dislike her.
you looked different too.
your head was full of natural brown curls.
that looked oh, so soft.
you looked happy.
not the same happy as you did with me though.
something about this happy you had
seemed fake.
i know fake happy.
ive been there.
hell, i still am there.
or maybe this was your real happy
and fake happy was when you were with me.