Sunday, May 14, 2006

Sticker Happy Out of Stock

Last summer, I got caught in the whole summer love thing. And a year later, here you are now, also having the time of your life like I did. I'm supposed to feel happy for you like the way I felt happy for myself, right?

When I learned what's been going on between you and her, I felt that I lost you. No, not about the whole thing that 'never was' between us. I mean, it was supposedly over the day we were able to talk about it (or maybe sooner). I lost you in the sense that lately, you're not yourself anymore. You were my source of optimism because of the plain fact that you were always happy when we talk. You are the Mr. Brightside. No matter how much frustration or anger or violent reactions I have in my life, when I tell you my stories, you always sealed it with a smiley face sticker.

I can't do anything and I hate the feeling. That is your life and I know I'm not suppose to meddle, especially now that you have someone. But today is a lot worse than if ever I was not able to find you the time your soc130 was hanging on a 5. Then again, maybe, I am getting in your way this time your summer thing got all mixed up. Even if I'm all ears for whatever you have to say regarding the matter, you're not up for telling about the whole deal. I understand. I'm sorry.

Hey, I just wanted to tell you new things happier than old frustrations. Then you suddenly ran out of stickers. And I don't have enough to seal your story with a smiley face.

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What's with the summer heat that melted the happy version of yourself away? Her.
Or at least, you and her.