a year later...

sometimes things happen and you wonder why..

and in the moment,
it seems like everyone is out to get you, no one understands you, and the world hates you
  but eventually,
you get over it.

and it takes a few nights of crying into your pillow, countless yougurtland trips, sleepovers with your best friends who tell you you're too pretty to be crying over someone like him. and with time
 you get over it.

because you realize that it never would've worked out..

and that you're only 17 and it's not time to really care about boys.

and then once you've fine and moving on in life,
they talk to you again..

and it all comes back

all the reasons you even liked him in the first place...
then when you actually see him,
you realize you're screwed.

because you really do like him.

Then you end up at some park on a monday night with him holding hands
wishing you both could take back everything that was said and done.