Parfait

On the dollar menu at McDonald's, you can buy perfection, or so they say. Who knew such a broad idea could fit into a small plastic cup, mixed with fruit and yogurt??

If you asked me to define perfection, I couldn't give you a straight definition. It's not that simple. These things never are.

There was a time when my life was practically perfect; a time when i was 98% happy. It was so recent that I can still feel it-- the carbonation of happiness racing through my veins.

I loved when I saw you at Pirates at midnight. We didn't really say hi, for obvious reasons, but we accidentally met outside the theatre before the movie began. You were holding a huge bucket of popcorn when you turned and saw me. I like to think you face lit up when you recognized me. You offered me some popcorn, and we talked briefly. That silly bucket got in the way when we attempted to hug. Later, you told me that you wished you could have held on to me and kissed me, damn the consequences. (I wish it, too, to this very day.)

You know what else I wish? I wish I had taken a chance to show you how much I cared about you. I didn't really care what anyone else thought, save one person whose name I won't mention here. I didn't want to hurt him, not that much, and definitely not like that. He didn't deserve that, but you deserved more from me. You put yourself out there for me, and the least I could have done was return the favor, and for that I'm awfully sorry. ♥

When I saw you the other day, we hugged. (Was it as amazing for you as it was for me??) My mom, when she got in the car with me, immediately smelled you on me. She questioned me about it, and I simply told her someone had ambushed me with cologne at dance. ;]

I haven't spoken to you in over a week, and to be frank, it sucks. I didn't think I would miss you this much. I wonder if you miss me, too...?