the eighteen year old guy #wattys2016

twenty eight

it has been like around a month of us just looking at eachother, but not speaking a single word.

my mom went to talk to you and your whole face was red and you were trying to smile, but it was an embarrassed smile.

i wanted to ask if you were okay a loooong time ago, but I never did so screw it.

i pulled your sleeve and you were there and i noticed that you were the same since i last saw you, but you looked even more broken.

i asked if you were okay and you nodded and smiled and said that you were good, what about you? and i wanted to fucking slap you because you were lying, but i just said i was alright.

you asked if i kept practicing (the piano) and i smiled because i knew that some part of you was the same and i nodded.

i hugged you and you kissed my cheek and i didn't want to let go because i couldn't get enough of the smell of your shirt.

you should stop spraying your cologne cause seriously it drives me crazy.