I matter to you anymore? I know we reached a truce but I want more.

I want the me and you before 8th grade. I want the silly immature you that always talked about your love for Taylar and how sex was gross. How not to do drugs. And I want the me who tried to convince you that love was real, and it wasn't bad to be pro hedonism.

I'm always too far inside of my own head to notice much else. And then, if I notice it, it becomes simply another dream or fear. Dreams and fears. That's all I'll ever be.

Ariel