I was happy to meet him on a Monday. At Subway. He was a real showoff, speeding down the streets in his big copper truck. It was exciting and filled me with feelings I'd never felt before. I fell in love.
At least, that's what I thought.
It as October 25th when he took me to Timmie's. "When we go outside, meet me on my side of the truck." I did. And he asked me out. And I said okay.
And all I felt was happiness. Happiness. Happiness. Regret. Embarrassment. Shame. Regret. And then I broke his heart and he broke mine. Yesterday I gave him everything he had given me back. I put it on my porch in the rain. He almost got in an accident apparently. Not my fault. Don't text and drive ya dork.
That last sentence made my heart sink.
I am not in love.
I am not in love.
I AM NOT in love.
But I miss him.
I hope he misses me.
I like you, Trev.
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