You.

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I can't stop thinking about you, it floods my mind. Every single memory we've made together is there hiding, lurking in the areas of my mind I wish not to visit.
Because I know if I let myself into those areas I would never get out. I wouldn't want to.

You fucked me up horribly.
Not in a sexual way.
We've never even touched that way.
I don't think we ever will.

Do you remember me as well as I remember you? I remember our first encounter, our last, and every single one in-between.

You're my best friend,
And it was hard to admit my forbidden feelings but once I did everything made sense.
It didn't make sense to you.

You would never see me this way,
I'll only be your best friend that is and will always be there for you, no matter the distance.

I remember you wrote me a letter before I left, I cherish that letter,
It spoke high praise about me.
How even though we've only known each other for a short period,
You've told me more than others.
I cherished that.

I remember our inside jokes,
Our outside jokes,
Our meaningless conversations,
Our meaningful conversations.
I hope I never forget them,
As much as those memories pain me,
I'll cherish them.

You're different to anyone I've met before,
You're broken, like me,
Maybe that's why you drew me in,
Maybe that's why I'm willing to never leave you if I had the chance.

But I didn't have the chance,
I left, and all the hope I had that maybe one day,
One day,
We would be together,
that left with me.

I wonder what would have happened if I stayed.
Would you have stayed with me?

I wanted you so bad.
But I knew anything else would jeopardize us.
So if we can be forever,
I'm willing to be your best friend,
At least you'll be in my life.
That's all I've ever wanted.

I've always wanted more,
But for you I'd be willing to settle for less.

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