Dear friend, I’m sorry I told him you were into the bad boy in 6th grade
It wasn’t a lie, but I knew he wanted to kiss you
Even though he and I talked on the phone for hours at a time and I tried to love wrestling the way he loved wrestling
I wanted to kiss him so bad

In high school, he got a truck
And suddenly he wasn’t riding to the show in my backseat
With my little brother
Eating at Long John Silver’s, and not sharing his pie
He took the skinniest girl he could find
And lost his virginity in that truck
Even though we laughed together every day and I even let him crack my knuckles just to be touched

Pretty soon, we were basically strangers, and
I never did get to see what his lips tasted of