Infinity.

How many nights have you wished someone would stay?
Lie awake only hoping they're okay
I never counted all of mine
If I tried, I know it would feel like infinity.

You used to stay up late and fell asleep on the couch waiting for me to come home, and asked me how was my day. I still remember your sleeping face, mouth half open and messy hair that made forget who Barbara Palvin was. You used to sleep with your favorite pair of pyjamas, the one with ruffles in the neck and arm. You looked cute, and I miss how you would watch netflix and cuddle with me in it.

You used to greet me goodmornings with your sleepy face and no make up caked on your face. You used to make me breakfast, a real delicious omelette and a cup of tea. I remember it was earl grey, and until right now, I never drink my tea without thinking of you. You used to give me good luck kisses before I went for a tour, and I could've sworn to you, it made my day better.

You used to yell at me whenever I used your favorite pair of sandals. It was pink, I know, and it was too small for me to use. But I couldn't care less, I loved teasing you, even if you messed my hair and put salt on my coffee, I could never be angry at you. You used to giggle everytime I realized it was salty, and I missed how you'd jump in excitement.

You used to tell me about your bad day, how your friends talked shit behind you and how you hate them for breaking your trust. You used to nag at me about your monthly period and asked me to buy tampons at the nearest supermarket and I reluctantly obliged. You used to yell everytime the electricity shuts down, and I love how you curled in our blanket, by my side, because you are afraid of the dark.

You used to borrow my favorite shirt and used it even three days afterward, but I never did a thing. It looked oversized that it reached your thighs, but you said it was comfortable and you loved my scent. You looked so petite and cute and how you begged for me to give you my headband, I couldn't deny. I needed it for a concert because it was my lucky headband, but you said you needed it to complete your outfit. I laughed and handed it to you.

You used to tell me you loved me, and God fucking know I did, too.

And I still do, even years after you left.

Do you know how many nights does it take to count the stars? That's the time it would take to fix my heart. Baby, I was there for you, and all I ever wanted was the truth.