As rain starts falling and leaves turn yellow, we turn grey. Grey like memories that are now bittersweet. Memories of a great friendship. Where we were both in great need of eachother, two complexed kids, fighting different thoughts. Since when you last felt like home I struggled. You were the only person that I could say; I know he would chose me first, only person whose number one choice was I. We went seperate ways and I felt like I let you down, maybe I will never be good enough for you.
Still, talking about distance makes me tear up. I find it hard to hide shaking in my voice and tears in the corner of my eyes. Smile fades when I hear your voice in the back of the classroom, same old sense of humor, but a different person. When you stand next to me it is hard to find YOU in your body. Way corners of your lips turn into a smile or the way you look at people when you are angry haven't changed. I realised I need to do something, we can either sit there remebering our moments or we can try, and maybe make some new ones.
