a collection of my thoughts

old friends

love does not just happen. it flows through the roots making sure every single bone, every single nerve, every single part of you felt it. love makes your legs weak and shake and your heart strong. love is what i felt with you. love connected us through the gazes we sent to each other. love bonded us until there was nothing we could bear to separate.

cold chilly evenings we would sit arm length apart sitting in front of each other sipping our coffee and you would laugh so hard at something that wasnt funny. i shouldve gotten embarrassed but the light in your eyes made it hard to be. other people would gaze not out of anger or happiness but out of jealousy for not having someone they could laugh and drink coffee with.

the museums glittered with art work. they distracted us from the real world and made us live in a painting that was prettier than your golden locks or the smile you said you hated. we both looked at each other because we had felt the same thing while we walked around the marble statues. we had felt contempt by the presence that flowed between us.

i walked you to your house, we took the longer way that seemed to speak to us because a few more minutes of satisfaction was well spent with each other. we talked about hopes and dreams even though neither of us knew what we wanted completely. you begged me to stay for one more night and i couldn't because i had already pushed my flight back long enough.

the trail up to your house seemed to slow our steps and made our smiles droop, the 2 steps to your door took us 4 and a half and we turned to each other and smiled. i pulled you into a hug and noticed my lipstick had stained a bit on your jacket, something for her to remember me by i told myself. neither of us cried because we knew it wasn't the end it was just a delay until we saw each other again. it felt like forever until we released. simple thank you's were slipped into take care of yourself, be happy, and i cant wait until i see you again. you nodded and headed for the door, we both in that moment felt the intense beat of our heart and our legs go a little weak. we felt the intensity of the moment connecting us to a more than ever stronger string of friendship. but most of all we felt love for that string of friendship, the string that held endless skype calls, conversations that made us cry or laugh so hard we were crying, but most important of all it held us.

i would miss my plane that night because of the long way we took and the hug that i would never take back. i would stay at the airport reminiscing everything we encountered and while i might've went on the plane a piece of my soul stayed in the little coffee shop, the paintings that made our heart gold and pure for a few moments, the landscape that refreshed my eyes, the lipstick stain on your jacket. it stayed with you. it stayed with you because against all odds, you were the best place for it to be.

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this was written for one of my long distance friends, but i thought i would share it

- kylie