i saw her again today. It's been 6 years, but i've finally found her. i was making my way to to her, my hand ready to graze the surface of her beautiful shoulder-
she's with someone else.
they're walking into the drug store.
she's holding his hand.
he is making her laugh.
he is buying her medicine.
he is taking care of her.
that's supposed to be me.
it was my job to figure her out. my job to befriend her. my job to take care of her. my job to make her fall for me. my job to love her. not some red haired freak.
she will be mine.
and there is no question about it
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a/n: ooooooooo who's this? i wonder if anybody will catch where I'm going with this ; )
