Thoughts of Amanda


When I felt she was my friend.
And when I knew that she relied on me.
When she giggled and the after parties were full of feeling together.
When I wondered if she knew how much I felt for her?
And how much I wish we could meet now and cuddle without saying a word.
When I hid my hurt when I felt like a stranger.
When I messed up and tried to make it right.
How I felt when I confessed to the coat misappropriation.
When I messed up again and tried to make it right again, and again.
How I still think fondly of her and yet never expect any return.
These are a few of the feelings that follow my thoughts of Amanda.



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