Friends are like stones on the West Coast. First you pick all of them up and put into a box, then you throw with the time most of them away...
But you were the one who I didn't throw away, because you understand me...(sometimes)
I read a lot of books, but is it OK that everytime I do this, I think to you?
Probably I overthink or not I don't know.
It sounds silly but I think you are the Person who I want to see, when I open my eyes to this empty world and fill it with your Ocean eyes.
- Important for me that I
can count all of your
eyelashes, when you're
sleeping.
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