Forgotten Not Forgiven

Part Two- After

First, On a note other then this, but connects to us, I finally feel like the first domino that started the chain reaction that ruined my love life in high school; has came full circle. and in essence. maybe will cause the chain reaction that will help clean up this mess we’ve made. It’s not just me who made mistakes. Now. Back the the regularly scheduled Program.

My world kinda froze. I was so used to you being someone that i didn’t bother to think about, someone who i still missed, but was okay with out, someone i insulted when the time was right and complimented when the time was right. I was used to you being a person who left me with a hole, but didn’t despise you for it. I was Not ready for you to apologize.

When we were friends, I began writing a Story that was your basic ‘I’mma eat you face’ Zombie story. But then came our falling out. And I was all, ‘to show that i have iron clad resolve, I’ll finish this bitch.’ And the story evolved, i scraped the original cast of completely made up characters who were all doomed to die. and made a new cast of characters taken from my life, then i developed a richer plot, of which i can’t say, but it turned into a /more or less/ love story in an apocalypse.

I was all set and wrote like a savage for like, two days. then called it a lost cause, that you didn’t deserve my time, and blah blah. And i let the story collect dust. And then said person apologized. So i made the decision to set aside the story i was working on and retake up the zombie ‘novel’. After a few more tweaks like reinventing the beginning and creating flashbacks to the Orphanage. But alas i was ready to seriously write this.

Now what should you take from this? that’s up to you. It’s not the out come of this story, or even the journey to get there. The thing that i like about this story is this. That boy who wanted to write a zombie story for that zombie loving girl he was crushing on are FAR from that boy and girl today. Just like that story then is far from that story today. It was so rough and premature then, just like we were, and now its evolved, maybe even presentable.

I guess what i’m trying to say is that we’ve changed. And being the perpetual optimist, i hope it’s for the better. I’m still hesitant to be friends, and that’s why i’m not openly buddy buddy with you. I’m still afraid, but I will still be there when needed. It doesn’t matter what you do. I’ll be there. Any questions>?