By hollymccormick
Date: 2002 Apr 22
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Is That Too Much To Ask

I don't want to be the one that you remember, the girl in your past, a memory faded away like an old, worn picture. I don't want to be the girl that your friends whisper about, "the one that got away" they'll say. The girl that crosses your mind on a lonely, beer induced buzz, chain smoking night. I don't want to be the memory that crosses your mind anytime you see a green Neon drive by.  The memory that haunts your dreams and interrupts your day. I don't want to be your past, laid to rest in it's own cardboard box, safely tucked away in the cobwebs of your heart. I don't want to be the one that your new love groans about whenever she hears my name. The one that makes her worry, just a bit, whenever she thinks of me. No, I don't want to be the over and done, the ancient history, the former, the ex. I want to be your past, present, future and eternity. Is that too much to ask?