Shawn

September 23rd, 2012.
You picked me up for school
we got coffee on the way.
(You had dark roast - black;
I had a Pumpkin Spice Latte.)
You told me some pun about Egypt
and I laughed so hard
I dropped my keys.
Between classes,
someone asked if we were dating.
You told them no,
you said I was too good for you.
I wanted to cry;
I didn't think anyone could ever
be good enough for you.
At lunch you took me to Baja Fresh
bought me an enchilada
and ate most of it.
After school we sat
for three hours
and we talked about the important things.
Your family,
my eating disorder,
your hopes and dreams,
my outlook on life.
You went home.
What came next, I pieced together myself.
You got home,
hugged your sister,
wrote me a letter,
and destroyed what remained of you.

It has been 367 days.
I still love you.
I still miss you.
I still blame myself.