Jun 12, 2017
Reminiscing / 10.
Remember who we would tell each other everything? Where is even anything? I used to know what you were doing every day. Because i would see you, and ask you to stay. Then we would talk until the sun starts to set, till you needed to leave, but not yet. It's still clear as if it happened yesterday, where we sat down at the bus stop, crying till our hearts' content. It was the start of our beautiful friendship. But i see it withering. I keep watering. Physically there, Mentally, where? I might be insecure. I might be a bore. But i don't' want it die.
