My Side of the Story Vol. I

63.) Maybe One Day

I really miss my textbook best friend. I didn't think you'd disappear again, I didn't want it to end. I have to respect it, I always do. Then I have to get right back to missing you. Respectfully of course, I would have taken it further with you. But you have a say in what happens too. I wanted to know more about what it is that you want. Maybe we could have talked about it over a blunt. But alas it seemed like you weren't ready. I actually don't know, but I know it's your face I want to see. I miss the connection, talking to you every day. There are so many moments where I had wished you had stayed. Stay and hang out, watch a movie, smoke a spliff. Talking about all my stupid questions, always wondering what if? What if we stopped for a second, gave the roses a sniff? Or what if we ran away, like we did in that one dream I had. It seemed like a last resort thing but honestly it didn't seem that bad. You were driving in your car, me in the passenger seat. Leaving behind the feeling of depression and defeat. For you I always had a sliver of hope. Text book best friends, my favorite movie trope. Because with you it was so simple and carefree. Maybe our feelings were matched, maybe one day we'll see.