It was weird seeing you yesterday. It was weird passing you by, and this time, you were staring at me.

I never did think it was fair that I was always staring at you.

Of course, I never thought anything about you was fair. The power you possessed... the power that could melt me, and allowed you to break my heart without even caring... Or the power to find someone new and make them feel like they were your everything.

Each of those powers, I never once possessed.

What made me so undesirable to you? Was it that I actually had class, and hard working parents? Was it that I didn't fit in with the rest of your friends' social status? Was it that I didn't care what people thought about me or that some people thought I was a snob, and I wasn't going to bother arguing with them?

I don't think it was fair that you love me for that year, and then decide to despise me after... or that, when I would desperately attempt to contact you, would you blow me off; then call me months later begging to be let back in?

Nor was it fair to come knocking upon the door of my heart, EACH and EVERY time I thought about loving someone new.

Your selfishness never did cease to amaze me.

I thought I had finally put us aside, and packed up all that old baggage and memories. And when I caught a glimpse of you in that grey jeep yesterday, staring as if you'd never seen me before... while I ignored you like I always never could, I want you to know-- it might not have been fair.

But it sure as hell felt so damn good.

Best Wishes,

DeeAnne