Then you stand...

I came home from what seemed like forever from my dad's house yesterday. When I walked in my room, I found 12 white roses sitting on my nightstand, with an envelope and a big bag of jellybeans. I smiled, thinking these gifts were from my mom. It wasn't until I opened the envelope containing a two page note, a cd, and a picture that I realized who it really was from. It was from you. You came to my house when I wasn't home, talked my mom into feeling sorry for you, and left your mark. When I asked why you did it, all you said was "do you think i'd let you go a Valentine's Day without flowers?"
I didn't even call you first. I cried for about 10 minutes, sitting on my bed with my mom's arms wrapped around me like some kind of sappy movie. Then I picked up my phone and called Helmet Hair. I told him all about it, and he seemed surprised. Even a little pissed. "why the fuck would he do this to you?" I believe he said. I have to admit that's the first thing I thought. Why would you bring all this stuff up now? Then tell me you're over me.
You did that last night. Said you were starting to get over me. It was great, and I was happy until you said you had a feeling he was going to hurt me. I want to believe that he won't, and it hurt that I almost fell for your pathetic attempt to make me hate him. I'm not Amanda, and I'm not Mary. I like to believe that maybe this time it'll be different.
You said you wanted me to be happy. and I sent him that. All he had to say was "you will be. I promise." I believe him. I don't want to think about what you said.

today; Looking down at Helmet Hair's hand that he showed me. It said I love you on it.