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[aid] => mick
[title] => i miss you too
[time] => 2004-07-30 11:40:21
[hometext] => this simply came from my pen one day and its become one of my favorite writes. some people may not consider it a poem but i do. please comment!!
[bodytext] => I walked slightly towards Johnny and his date, not to talk to them or anything, just close enough to see. I know I shouldn’t have been watching, but I just had to. Oh god, how I missed him! I could see in his face that he wanted to leave, he hated her. She was Probably one of those girls who loves happy people and puppies and shopping. ” I bet Ben and Travis hooked him up with her” I thought. They never did like me. She was playing twenty questions, trying to get a response. Johnny wasn’t playing. He hated an uncomfortable silence, that’s what I was for. I wondered if he missed me too, if he was thinking about me. After he didn’t answer her for about the 100th time, she got fed up. She got up and said something, then walked away quickly. He didn’t seem to notice until 5 or 6 minutes later that she had left. He looked perplexed but then got up and went outside. I followed him out of the restaurant and down the street. As soon as he took that left, I knew exactly where he was going and I didn’t want to go with him, but I did. Then, all of a sudden, we were already there. I hated this place, so cold and dark, it smelled like death. Of course that could be because it was a cemetery. He stood at a nameless cross, motionless, like some dark inspiration for a statue. It seemed so small and meaningless, just a piece of wood driven into the dirt. Suddenly, he crumpled on the ground and let his head fell between his knees. It was silent pain, the kind that you can’t see or hear, but feel. It was the kind of pain I had felt ever since I had been without him. I wanted so much just to hold him in my arms and comfort him but I couldn’t. Finally, I couldn’t take his pain anymore; I walked up behind him and placed my hand ever so lightly on his head. He didn’t move. I whispered sweetly to him, I wanted him to be okay, I wanted everything to be okay again. I told him how I wanted so badly to see him, how I used to feel so happy when I was with him, but I knew he couldn’t hear me. How often do you find someone who can speak to the dead? I told him how sorry I was, that I shouldn’t have been so angry with him, I should have known he was telling me the truth. I shouldn’t have made him drive me home in the rain. And though I knew he’d never hear me, I told him that I loved him and once more, that I missed him. And as I walked away for the last time, I heard him say softly, “I miss you too.”
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