I was thinking on my way home tonight

Of our relationship, and what it was

Do you know me?

Do you know I want to be a writer?

That I feel as if no one really knows me?

That I'm scared my insecurities will seem tragic once

you meet a girl at Deep Creek, and you'll choose her over me.

Did you know that I want to be that ray of sunshine in

your life, the one who shines the brightest, and would

outshine that big-breasted blonde haired girl you're sure to meet there.

I wondered if I were to get in a car wreck, would you

care?

If you were to cheat on me, would you care?

That everyday I fill with anxiety when I am about to see you, because I don't want to let you down.

That even though in my head I tell myself to stop nagging you, the words leave my mouth on their own will.

That every time I think it's all going to be ok, and that I could live with out you, minutes later I realize I couldn't.

Did you know that I realize that losing you would be the hardest thing I would ever have to get over?

Would you care?

And if I were to tell you that the girl you started to date is coming back, would you believe me?

And if I were to shower you with gifts, would you realize the true meaning behind them, or forget them when a new girl comes along?

Would you care if I would die?

You have a shell that sometimes is hard to crack. Vague words and jokes about girls do more harm than good, because I'm a girl who needs

solidity.

Sometimes, I don't think you understand how deep my feelings run for you.

But do you care that I'm telling you these things, or are they just feeble words from a pathetic needy girlfriend?

Because if you think that's what they are, then that hurts the most than any hot tub date with a blonde ever could.