Got lost in a dumpster

I re read the mail my professor send me

she praised my writing

I don't remember what was the topic of it.

But i know how much it made me giddy

And im not scared to say it.

I love their little quirks that stuck with them through years and discovering new ones every time i spend time with them.

To catch myself doing their little habits, as i pick up on them.

To read a passage in a book, hear that one song on the radio, to pass by that painting that will made me stop and have them in mind.

To let them see me in every emotion, to see how each one of them suits my face and so they know im not just one image.

I love it when we have our own references, starting a quote knowing the other will finish it.

I love it how their eyes lit up when they talk about a new series they watched or something close to their heart, giving a part of their soul.

I like when i can listen to them, knowing that on some days their voice is the only thing better than silence.

I love my friends, as they are a part of me,

I looked down below, at the body of water.

It was murky and green,

I could not see the ripples

Nor the bottom.

It was misty and still,

Yet loud as it called out to me

When i was walking on the bridge"

19.05.