bitter boy, i forgot what your dad looked like
i was in the grocery store with my dad, my oversized hoodie hanging over my swim team suit and my black dripping hair pulled up in a bun. we were buying popcorn to watch a movie later. i was giggling at something i said and that's when a man smiled at us and started talking to my dad.
i didn't know who it was.
i smiled, saying a gentle hello to be polite, and waved goodbye, continuing on my way with my dad to the self check out. when the man was a safe distance away, i looked over at my dad with a nervous smile and asked, "who was that man?"
he gave me a shocked look before explaining that it was your dad, the one who assumed i was your girlfriend the first time i met him because of all the stories you shared to him about us.
bitter boy, i'm positive that i have forgotten what you look like.
you haven't called.
it's okay, bitter boy. i am not the sweet girl that will make your dark heart shine as bright as the spotlight that was put on the two of us when we were younger.
