She said she loves me too, but
she thinks nothing of it.
we've been friends since the fifth grade, so
she probably thinks that I meant it like that, but
I didn't
I don't
This is the girl who ate dandelions,
played airplanes on the swings,
pet bumble bees,
and who i introduced Taylor Swift to before she became "clich'e".
I told her on the first day,
"I move around a lot, I more than likely won't be here long,
So don't get too attached."
But I did
And I think she did too
Maybe, I hope now.
We were kids.
Forever wasn't a lie then, god wasn't a myth then,
and love was a fact not something you had to believe in.
Now every emotion I feel is a chemical imbalance in my brain.
And knowing all this,
She's the only thing that keeps me sane.
I think ignorance really is bliss.
I never understood that until now.
Adults always tell us to learn, but
I think we learn too much.

She told me that she thought she was depressed, and
I told her that I think I am too.
I think depression is caused
by more than just a chemical imbalance.
It's the knowledge of nothing ever
getting better, being satisfied, having a successful life
or truly being what is known as "okay".
45% of couples get a divorce, and
18 million people drink more than just the occasional glass of wine
and you tell me there is such a thing as "just fine"?!

If fairy stones really could grant wishes,
I swear I'd gather everyone
just to make the same wish,
simply so that my wish wouldn't be forgotten,
because I'm already a forgotten
friend, neighbor, child,
person in general,
but she never forgot me.
She make forget to call, and
I forget to call sometimes too,
but I won't forget her either.
Fifth grade too tall sixth grade shoes too small writing letters too us all
a picture she drew hangs on my wall.

She calls me beautiful.
Even though she's legally blind,
she says she can see just fine
when she wears glasses.
I wear glasses too, but
I don't need them to see she's beautiful.
Beauty isn't looks, it's the person them self that matters,
That's why I love her.
But she loves another girl.
She tells me about her whenever I call,
but it makes me sad.
She tries to stop me from crying, but
she doesn't feel my heart breaking, or
knows how much it hurts me.
I hope this other girl comes to her senses, and
realizes that she loves her.
Yes, I do hope that she realizes that I love her,
but I know that's a long shot.
Her happiness is what's important, because
I hate to see her as depressed as I am.

I already have the weight of the world on my shoulders,
how much is the weight of one more person?
Besides, isn't it a crime for me to love another girl,
when I'm a girl too?
It's too late for that now, I guess.
Because ignorance is bliss,
I won't tell her I love her.
Maybe...
Maybe it's better off that she doesn't know.