It's windy out.

//Is this all that's left, or is there more that you're hiding from me?// There always is. I will never know you as much as I want to and it seems like no one will. I don't know if I'm all right with that yet.// I didn't go to school today, I'm sick and my nose is constantly vomiting// I always feel as though he is under attack from those around me, forcing me to keep him away from everything that I loved, as if those things would hurt him or that he wouldn't see them in the way I did.// Why do I like him so much? Even I ask myself that at times.// They say that question should be just as easily answered as asked, but that question is often not easily answered. Words stumble over each other as the speaker tries to weave an answer to match the simplicity of the question. And the answer, if one comes, often leaves holes leading to more questions and even progressing to wrinkled brows and clinched fists.// Romanticize, I still struggle with this word; it's such an easy thing to fall into. I believe that I romanticized a lot of my life and the people in it. // I mixed point of view with reality, and that wasn't fair to them. It was never what they were, it was what I thought they were that seemed to make me upset. But this leaves the question, who were they in the first place?// I still believe that these people are lovely. And they will remain lovely. No matter how small they think that they are, I will believe that they are wonderful.//  I've written you multiple letters that I can't send. I've collected them, some are just scribbles telling you about my day, some are angry lines across the page, all of them are better left unsaid. Though these letters weren't sent, I always felt as if they were. Maybe I wasn't writing to you, as much I was writing to myself, or who ever wanted to listen.// I needed a day like this. The sun was beginning to burn, even though I don't think I noticed until now//