Last night as I drove through the busy lit roads looking at the bright evening sky with the wind blowing in my face I thought of you. I thought of you and wondered where you were, what you were doing, what you were thinking, and if, just if, there were any ifs in your mind......On nights like this I feel like the skies above me feel my sorrow and yet somehow I feel free..maybe its because I feel one when immersed in such beauty or maybe because it's those times that I can be true to myself and you...who knows..but I still hear the voices and questions in my head, the minute I'm alone or lying in bed or when I open my eyes to the bright specks of sunlight streaming through my curtains and the innocent singing of the mockingbird outside my bedroom window, I hear them, it's as if with your exit came a new companion for me, my own companionship, my twin who always lived in my subconscious but far from haunting me, now she haunts me every day with her continuous questions....When I walked in and saw my angels I pulled out their Sesame treats and their eyes lit up, just like how your's would and then she uttered your name...for the first time since she could speak, for the first time ever, your name sounded so foreign, so strange, so unusual, so out of context, so raw, and painful...and then my twin began with her taunts, she began to speak those awful words and reel those sweet moments back into my mind.....once again for the billionth time in this day she reminds me of you and you and you....
Every time I look at my phone and see his texts something inside of me lights up. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing there’s someone else in this universe who understands how you feel because they feel it too and their simple words of reassurance does wonders to this lonely feeling. He’s become my best friend, my first actual grown up best friend. Sometimes I do wonder how our friendship never turned into anything else. To be honest it baffles me. It’s an age old conception that men and women can never simply be friends. Somewhere down the line it blossoms into something more, whether it be purely physical or love. I remember the first night we met. I’d just logged on to this chat site after many years and the first person to pop up was him. I was wasting a bit of time as it was still pretty early in the night, nothing on telly, and far from tired. After spending a few minutes flicking through channels I decided to doodle a bit on ...
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