𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝕺𝖋 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊

friends

the thing i will always remember most vividly about you is the color of your eyes. 

that light, reddish, soulful brown, one of the most beautiful colors i've ever seen. 

i've always loved the way your eyes stare into mine whenever you're interested in something i say. 

ever since i met you, i've been fascinated by how concentrated you can get if something interests you.

i used to spend my whole weekends with you, sometimes even every afternoon of every week, up to eight hours a day and still, i felt like i couldn't get enough of you. it felt like time passed so much faster whenever you were beside me. whenever i watched you light your cigarettes and smoke them gracefully. whenever my hands were tangled in your soft, fluffy hair as you rested your head in my lap.

but those were different times.
those were times when you still liked spending your free time with me in that lame excuse of a park.
those were times when i didn't have to fall asleep with your image flashing before my eyes.

and now, now everything is scarily uncertain. now i can't breathe in the smoky scent of your hair no more.
now i don't know what happened that made you ignore me whenever you see me at the train station. now i don't know whatever made you ignore my texts just like you ignore my whole existence.

now, i feel numb, empty and lonely.
now, i don't feel the coldness of the ice on my tongue, the cube already half-melted by your mouth.
now, i remember all the moments i stared at your soft lips, wanting nothing more than to connect them with mine.

now, i regret never telling you just how much i like you.

now, all that's left is the image of your eyes. that light, reddish, soulful brown, one of the most beautiful colors i've ever seen.