The Guy Across the Street
February 7, 2018 @ 9:25 PM
Source; Jenna's iPhone notes
You know when you just have so much on your mind that you literally can’t sleep? I know I'll wake up tired tomorrow morning, but I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened, what the future would have been like if I had hung out with him more. I’m laying here with my eyes closed, trying to drift off, but I physically can’t. I keep replaying memories over memories in my head; when he wished me a happy birthday, when he bought me Jamba juice, when he would film me on his friend's camera and how he knew I hated it. But most importantly, the way he looked at me and the way I looked at him. I had a strange dream last night about him. It seemed as if everything was the way it was before I messed everything up. His truck was always outside of my neighbor's house. I would make up excuses to go outside and see him. Talk to him. I miss it so, so, so much. I wish I could just go back and say something totally different that one afternoon when I chose to hang out with my friends over him. Little did I know that was the last time I would ever be in his mind, be the one he thought about all the time, be the one who made his face light up with a smile when he heard my name. I was too late. He had feelings for me before I even had feelings for him, and when I finally felt those feelings, it was too late. I have never been in love before, so I’m not quite sure how it feels, but whenever I was with him I felt so happy—like I never wanted to be away from him. Like time moved so fast and it was all a blur.