Although I may smile, laugh, and jump at times, it still hurts, but just this, having him as my best friend is enough. It's a different kind of pain, having the person you admire and love so very much, to see you entirely different.
How, when I see him, it's as if a dream became reality, and that dream talks to me, shares with me, empathizes with me, sees all the things I see, except for the part of vast beauty within the other.
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Impossible Admiration
PoezjaThese are some of my random original works of all the times I felt like I wanted to express myself and my raw feelings, This is simply like reading my diary, contained are which my heart and mind.
