It's too late to call you, now, friend,
and you're probably just pulling off
the road and checking into
some motel with a vintage
sign glowing neon in east Texas.
The truth is, boy, that I wouldn't
know what to say if I could get
a hold of you on the phone
in my current state because
the last time I saw you,
it was raining in bucketfuls
of liquid pearls and your
mother was waving
goodbye on the porch,
as though you were
going off to war and
it'd be the last time
she would see your
hazelnut eyes shining
and that dopey grin.
Boy, I needed to say a lot of things;
I love you. I know I can't ever tell you.. not again. And I can't ever tell anyone. I love Dina. I'm with Dina. And I'm happy with Dina. But I love you.
I can't stand hiding this. Last time you seemed fine at the prospect of me having feelings for you. I just couldn't accept them fully.
You know, maybe I'm "bi" or whatever. I don't know. All I know is I love you. I always will. I have for the last year and a half. I've lied to you, my family, Dina and myself.
I am in love with Dina and I do want to spend the rest of my life with her. I just also will always love you.
I've decided to not get any more "new" nicknames. I already have like 4 thanks to the "Anti-cheese-thieves" group. one thing they thought would be really funny is to call me and 5 other friends sykes "because there's 5 letters in it". that's basically how i got this nickname :-\
so about their naming 'fetish'... i should really make a chart of some sort :D