this isnt done

I remember the day that i met him....watching him stand on the stage. Sitting at his band's merchindise table. I tried to look away but there was something about him that caught my eye.Would i ever talk to this guy the hot guitarist from the Naked Midgets.1

I did talk to him in fact i talked to him that night....at the drummers house....where he was apparently a favorite to the little sister...who was not really all that little. So i sat on the couch feeling out of place. Then he sat down beside me and suddenly i felt like i was where i belonged. He lived in the city and had a girl all along. This was the first time i talked to him and so i thought it would also be the last.2

I saw him once more that summer...although we didnt talk...i felt  something and again watched him stand on the stange playing his guitar in his blue shirt and jeans oh he looked so fine.3

I moved back to the city,things in that small town were just not working. It wasnt meant for me.Or maybe i just didnt want it to work.4

So i took a chance and got his msn from the bands website and added to my msn.Quite some time passed before he finally came on. He asked who it was i told him he didnt know...I refreshed his memory and then he knew. I told him i had liked him all along. He told me he liked me too. We talked and talked. He said he wasnt dating anyone....he lived back in that small town i had run from. Talking to him felt so right...we talked day after day learning more and more about eachother...and feelings began to flow faster and faster...more then ever thought. I guess we didnt expect that the first time we talked...He really liked me...5