It amazes me; how much we could just enjoy each other's company and just; talk.
Like, I could let go of every resplendent memory of mine and it would be swallowed whole by you, and I loved you for it.
Our talks would start off by something stupid, like "how hot do you think Candice Swanpoel is" or "are you more like a baboon or monkey?" That's the type of shit we were.
We understood each other; I mean we've gone through the exact same shit the past 15 years simultaneously.
Or when you ran away from me with my phone(s), hiding within the dark outside, because you knew I hated going out alone. And how you took photos of me and laughed with me, at me.
That's what I love most about us; our talks, our jokes, us.
We're more than just late nights and long talks; were brother and sister.
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)
