All those hours we've spent talking, I don't have a single regret. There were some moments that were more special than others.
I've spoken to you countless times in a short period of time, but the ones that stand out for me are the conversations we had outside. Those for me were the ones where I felt a proper connection.
The other ones are the after midnight talks. Those were the talks I would literally go from a "psychology guru" to an all out smiling honey badger. We could say anything we wanted and there were no limits. There are times I go back to those conversations and read my favourite parts from each night. Every night is full laughs and smiles, and I know I could literally talk to you till dawn although we both know that you barely survive until 3am.
During those hours, there are only two moods. Either you're fun and loud or sad and quiet. The silent times are the times where I never stop asking questions. It always sucks when you stay secretive about what's going on, because here I am, ready to listen to you, and you constantly try to avoid it. It really sucks because I don't care about a lot of people, but you, I fucking care about.
There are times I start checking whether you're around or online, cause it's amazing talking to you.
You are the reason I love staying up late and make my nights the best ever.
YOU ARE READING
Untold Sorrows
PoetryHere I am... In a matter of seconds, I disappear into my own souls grave.