You matter.

My favorite Story.

My favorite story never came with words. My favorite story was the story we created together. The unexplainable stories your eyes told no matter the mood your face expressed. My favorite story was the story we wrote together because you're the best book I have ever read. You were the book I picked up when I came home to nothing but yelling, and I found comfort inside you. I could get lost, because your stories were my stories. See, when you love somebody as much as I loved you, it doesnt matter that some of your pages were missing, ripped, or even cryed on. I'd pick up my tape and attempt to fix you, because after all, just because you were broken didn't make you any less valuable to me. However, some days were tougher than others. Some days I couldn't find you in my messy room, and I began to realize when I lost you, I lose myself too. So day by day we would write another story together, and I'd carry you with me wherever I went. I tried to hard to take care of you, honestly I did, but our stories began to get tragic. I started to cry when I read our stories, because you weren't the same book anymore. The more I read, the more I noticed you had changed. I got lost deeply along the way and I haven't found myself ever since. Maybe, one day I'll find you again. Perhaps, the ending to my favorite story made me wish I had never wrote it to begin with.