back in the day

i was happiest between 8th and 9th grade. everything happened to me that year, and i mean everything.
everyone loved me and i was the favorite...
ive never seen anything like it since, even towards other people.
it confuses me and makes me wonder if i was seeming like the good girl i thought i was

strange!love

its odd that once someone whom i truly love takes leave for a few days
the first phone call from someone i havent seen in awhile happens
it's a heartfelt confession, guard down, at 2 in the morning
they slur that i'm special to them, they miss me, can we please see each other tomorrow?

i tell them the truth

the very next day another person i've not seen in awhile somehow returns
and says
"i fucking love you"
though i dont believe it.

where is mine