when i first met you

i didn’t think about it.

you were just a kid (a wierd one, too)

a class clown

who wanted everyone to laugh

who wanted everyone’s attention

when i went to the event

i got to know you

i got to talk to you

you’re a nice person

i liked you

as a friend?

yes

maybe more?

maybe

months pass

i don’t see you anymore

that’s okay

maybe next year

i will

we can be friends again

i’d like that

i look at your friend

he’s talking to someone

i’m sitting next to them

i mean

if they didn’t want

me to hear,

they’d go away

he says

“he liked her”

and points at me

“it was in the past though”

“in the past”

i’m in shock

the fact that anyone

could ever like me

makes me feel

warm and fuzzy

i don’t care

if he doesn’t

anymore

i don’t care

if he doesn’t

anymore

because i’m not sure

if i still like him

like that

but we can be friends

we can be friends