we used to make elaborate plans about our future that we both knew wouldn’t follow through. i used to write you love notes that you’d never receive. you’d call me while you were on the bus. i’d call you every chance i got, only to hear your automatic voicemail. you’ve got a lot of freckles for where you live. i’ve got a lot of hurt from what you did. the thing is that maybe i’ve finally healed. maybe i’m sad now just because i miss the smile you’d put on my face. and i’ve tried more than twice to fill your void. you’re my type, and there’s only one of you. i don’t like brunettes, i don’t like blondes. i don’t like black hair, short hair, tall girls, naughty girls. i like redheads. i like short, redheaded, freckle faced, big hipped, gray eyed, oddly innocent, girls. there’s only one of those girls. she’s the best girl in the world. and she will make someone that deserves it a very happy person one day.
