Promise me...

Promise me that when I have given up on you and walked away without once thinking of you, you'll sit and wonder why...

Promise me that you'll remember all the times you went and partied on, forgetting me and then telling me "you should have been there" and you'll feel as bad as I did sitting...

Promise me that when you see pictures of me havign fun with friends that care about me you think about how I tried to be the spotlight dancer but you stole it all away...

Promise me that you remember how you called me a wallflower because I didn't like your music or your games and chose to sit quietly contemplating the fact that every move you made made me feel like I wasn't worthy and why was I there...

Promise me that while you are out there going on random date with girls who giggle and snort, girls who demand and don't give, that the "wallflower" was maybe the woman that could have been the one but she was too ladylike to make the first move.

Promise me that you won't waste your breath saying "we should have spent more time together" after I've gone. 

Yes after I've gone and left you, promise me that you'll remember that I was a much better friend to you than you than you were to me and that I am totally justified in walking away without giving you the first thought I sat and wished you had given me.

I would say something crude but I just can't  so all I'll say is... promise me...

Promise me...

When I'm gone...

When I've left...

Promise me...