You can call me Obsessed,
You can call me Depressed,
Or
You can just call me Crazy.
Listening to the same old song we both heard first on the radio, while remembering our little adventure. In your car while you were making corny jokes and making me blush and feel flattered of all the sweet things that you said that night.
Telling me how beautiful i'am, saying how you loved the sound of my voice when i sing. How you loved it whwn my smile reaches my ears, how you love when my eyes light up every time when you say those three little words.
I never knew that, that was the last time i would ever hear you say them to me.
All that i remember on that faithful day was that we kissed, and it felt like magic. But all to soon we saw headlights, we heard honks honking. He swerved the car to the right direction, i held on tightly to my seat as i was almost thrown back at the force.
We hit the rusted metal bar that was separating the road and the steep cliff below it, i was hoping. Praying that it wouldn't break, but apparently luck isn't on my side. And before i knew it, we were tumbling down the cliff. At that moment i heard nothing but the screams of terror that our mouths were producing.
I was barely conscious when we hit a tree and stopped tumbling, looking at you. I saw that your face was covered in blood, i think mine was also like that.
I held your hand, as i felt myself slowly getting unconscious. But before i blacked out you weakly whispered to me those three little words i loved hearing.
And then everything was gone.
