it's not quite done yet.

girl: Remember that time you said you were proud of me?

Boy: Yeah....why?

girl: Are you still proud?

boy: Are you still Briana?

girl: its a fact

boy: then yes, I'm still proud of you.

(It's a cloudy day. A time of reflection and were sitting at a table on a deserted sidewalk somewhere far away)

boy: I hear you're getting out of Brooklyn.

girl: Yeah, Ive wanted to get out of here for a while now.

boy: I might miss you just a little.

girl: (small smile) Yeah, I'll be thinking of you.

boy: We had a good time together, back in the day. You never let my hand breathe (small laugh)

girl: It was a good time, the first and last good time. (pause) Do you remember that day me and Kristin accidentally walked into your neighborhood and you were sitting outside? And you told me something important.

boy: that i loved you?

girl: no...well yeah that too but you said that I was your first love and we'd love each other forever and I said you were wrong. Is that still true to you?

boy:

boy:

boy:

vanilla twilight by owl city is seriously turning me into a sappy goober tonight. I guess its because that was the closest I've ever come to love. Maybe it was love. It's not that I want anything from him or that i even want to see him. But sometimes I think of how he made me feel like I mattered. How my face caused him to be shy or how he was so bloody cute. I think about that day when we were outside of that elementary school and you said you loved me and all of that stuff I've just written in that fake little conversation i just dreamed up. Sometimes I wonder If you ever think of me a little more than you should. I think you do, I just kind of know it. I think that after all this time of me denying myself and saying that i was too young to know what love actually is my brains been keeping things from me. So maybe I did love love you. Maybe I still do...just a little. Just a tad. Maybe I messed up.

I don't know, i just want you to answer that question for me. I just need to know something. I need to know that its possible for someone to love a girl like me even when i don't really deserve it. I kind of wish you were my valentine again...at least just in my mind.

this whole thing is quite sickening.