I wanted to be beside you at least as friend and do what I can to make your life better. But I think I’ve made it worse. Every time when you needed help, I offered because of my feelings towards you. But I didn’t even get to do that.I screwed things up. I made you cry so many times. What is in my heart is not what you see from the outside. I’ll miss you,your smile and your laughter. I’m telling you once more, that I will never, ever forget you.
You told me once that I talk too much and ask too many questions. But you answered them anyway. You told me that I was pretty and that I was interesting to talk to. I never believed you, but you told them anyway. Now, even if it was lies, I’m thankful for you.
Maybe on a scale from one to fucking naive, I’m near the middle to believe that there is a reason for all this to happen. Like a pretty butterfly, you came, leaving me awestruck at the beauty of being alive. And you left, so quietly, so effortlessly, that I’m rendered cold and numb.
The nights are the worst cause those were like bright daylights for us. We will give each other code names, explore silly vocabulary and laughed out loud at our own stupidity. I still write such messages at night, with my mind, hoping that somehow, you will receive them. That time and spaces between us will ceased to matter.
My friend, the tingling at the back of your spine, the sudden breeze on your hair, the silence in that empty room, is me saying I miss you. I do not know how to stop.
Gave you the space so you could breathe,
I kept my distance so you would be free,
And hope that you find the missing piece,
To bring you back to me,
(Source: nowplease)






