2002-04-06 - 11:51 PM
Note Somewhere
I was too young, a couple years younger, and just not at the same point in our lives - that's what kept her from loving me.
I wasn't Italian like she was, the complexion just wasn't right in the light - that's what stopped her from noticing me.
I wasn't a basketball player that she could really show off, I was no MVP - that's what made her hide her feelings from both herself and me.
I wasn't the typical Asian, not too into cars, basketball (sports for that matter), and I wasn't a fanatic with something like breaking or spinning - that's what prevented her from eyeing me.
I wasn't "later in her life", I came in too early and I was being saved for later - that's what erased the thought of me.
I wasn't as wild as she wanted me to be, not knowledgeable of every drinking game, experimental with things, or into clubbing every single night - that's what had her desire veer away from the idea of me.
I wasn't her type at all, not the type to hurt her repeatedly, to walk out on her and have her crawl to me - that's what made her forget about me.
I was too young - I was just too young - and that kept her from loving me.
Along with everything else with everyone else.
...
She left me a note that said to meet her somewhere. Somewhere was halfway. And because my tank was only a quarter full - I had to stop. But she has to know, I'll walk the rest of the way...
...if only she'll meet me somewhere.
