“Can’t run around these woods chasing echoes.”
So about love.
I was always a big believer in love. But honestly. Who falls in love in 8th grade? You’re lookin at ‘er. Yeah, that didn’t end well. But luckily it waited until senior year to blow up.
And if you really want to know where he is now, you can find him pining over his new love, blonde, not an ounce of fat on her. They’re miles apart.
But it isn’t the fact that he chose her. It is the fact that he chose her when I was still wrapped up, and then lied about it. And kicking me out of his car when I asked for the truth didn’t really help much either. It was a connection that should’ve re-bloomed into friendship. Maybe.
Beautiful no matter what, Jack.