Sometimes we talk and you'll be the one to start the conversation and it makes me happy inside
Some days I think about how badly I want to text you but I know I can't becaus you're busy with your other friends.
Some nights I lay awake think about what would happen if you were ripped apart from my grasp and the world and died. It horrifies me.
Some After Noons I sit on the park bench and try to draw and I think about how amazing you can draw and it makes me smile.
Everyday I think about you and I wish and hope that you're getting better. I know you're probably not because you don't want to get better. Its okay because I know someday I will call or text and you'll be dead on the other line, and I will think sometimes... I knew that would happen
