White Boy

I've known you for so little, but so long. What seems like a lifetime only dates back to the middle of my highschool career.

I think we both agree you listen to Phillip Phillips a little too much and the fact that that's his name is the reason his parents should be imprisoned.

We used to be friends. You used to be the one reason I never missed 4th period. The first day of school I walked in you you were the only person I saw. You made it a point to include me in your conversations and went out of your way to make me feel accepted.

I liked you because you were different in the way of being completely average. You were so bland, in the way only I could see how extraordinary you were. You weren't like any other person I've been interested in because all I normally fan girl over are the people who are just a little too tall, and a little too full of themselves, a little too into the nicest shoes, and a little too into their hair being perfectly gelled.

It was nice to meet a person that made you feel different and not have to compete with all of this 'hipster' crap. You were the most basically complex person a person can be. I don't know how you did it.

You wanted to hear my music because you knew that's what I was passionate about. I'm sorry I startled you with my Bloody Beetroots and Diplo. Thanks for learning to appreciate them.

*Before we continue, wander over to iTunes and buy Skrillex's new album Recess, you'll thank me later.*

I am sorry we were never as close as we could've been. I got busy. I remember the way I felt the day you asked me on the date only for me to decline because I was caught up with someone who never even got to know my middle name. I remember because it was the date we planned for weeks. It was the date I had always wanted with you, the date you were supposed to make me fall in love with you.

You were the boy I saw at the dances, dancing just a little better than everyone else, I never saw your feet skip a beat, nor did your body ever manage to make a mistake. You were the first boy to ask me to dance in my entire life and the last.

You liked school a little too much and it made me hate it just a little less. For that, I thank you.

I'm confident when I say we are far from friends now. I hate school more than ever because I don't see you with your socks that always seemed to match your sweater. I don't get rides home from you and someone to talk to when everyone would leave with their boyfriends at lunch.
Remember when we saw each other over the summer? I do. I remember how I tried to talk to you and you walked away, got in your car and drove home. When I asked you where you went, you never texted me back. Why?

I heard the rumors that made you believe I was a different person than who you were used to. If only I had found out earlier. We could've cleared things up. But you left. Why didn't you tell me?

You unfriended me from Facebook. I didn't attend your mission farewell. I still haven't written you. I haven't even asked about you. I just wish I could tell you the rumors about me were about as real as Bruce Jenner's face.

That was the last time I saw you. The boy who had the constitution memorized and didn't like to wear red. The boy who listened to Phillip Phillips a little too much. The boy who has moved on to bigger and better things while I'm still too stubborn to even apologize to.

Well, if it helps... I'm so sorry.