I didn't wanted a friendship that could last a decade. But rather a one that could tell the secrets that lie within ourselves with just a glance.
The one where the crumpled pages were softly and gently unfolded. Soothing out the creases. Taping the torn ones like a puzzle piece. Where my wounds were looked at like they were their favorite flowers. Where words were overrated but the damm god eyes. And yet all I can hope is a friend, just that.
