We were thieves chasing robbers, one day you told me "let's commit the perfect crime, you steal my heart and I'll steal yours." After that, we were just running, chasing time, until this one day. I showed up at our place and you were gone. No trace left behind except the name of my favourite city in England. Only 3 hours away, it seems like it's the years, not the physical distance that separates us. I stopped wearing black all the time. Our memories bleed all the colours, vivid and lifelike, I remember things like they were yesterday. It's like they're alive, right in front of me. My favourite moment will always remain the time when we danced on the last day before holidays, and after that, I sat in front of you, but you said I was blocking your leg space, and as I was about to move away, you said "you can sit next to me", and when I did, you moved even closer. I was 10 that day, and it was the first time my brain exploded. I think that's one of the moments I cherish a lot more than the others.
I realise now that you took more than my heart with you to Manchester. You took the oxygen, too. It's ironic, because at the time, I had asthma, so for a while after you left, I literally couldn't breathe properly. Without you, I realised just how polluted the world's air is, and now it's getting to people's minds, too. It's been years since you left, and somehow I'm still alive. It's crazy how things change.
On the map, you're only a few millimetres away. In reality, you're a whole lifetime away. You were my best friend and we were going to be so much more, but I guess it was never meant to be. Our stars collapsed. The world has offered me a universe of things to do and options for who to be, but I don't care about the universe anyway. I wanna be part of someone's galaxy. Your galaxy.
I'd honestly be happy if I was just a star in the solar system that is your heart. Maybe I'm a shooting star, just appearing once or twice every now and again to disrupt your night sky and leave you in reminiscence for a few seconds. But if people were planets, you'd be the biggest, most wonderful planet in my galaxy.
I've grown a lot since the last time you saw me. I'm bigger now. Faster. Stronger. I'm somewhat (actually) good at sports now. I'm no longer the frail kid who's scared to speak out, and I think you'd like me a lot more now.
I think a lot more now, but I wouldn't say I'm an over-thinker. I've become my own best friend, cause no one will have my back like I do. I say things that make sense to no one but me. Just a few years ago, I could never figure out how to actually be happy, and because of this, you probably wouldn't like the person I'd become at that point. I didn't exactly like him either.
Maybe in another lifetime you'd still be here and we'd just be the 10-year old versions of us until we die. Or we'd grow old together. We'd be evergreen.
Now, I'm happy and I have friends, but no-one compares to you. It's not your fault for moving away. It's just my fault for not telling you how much you meant to me when you were here, only for someone to tell me you felt the same way about me after you left. I can't just waste my time waiting for the world to just stop and revolve around us, but that will always be something that I wish for. It's hard to imagine what it would be like if you were still here, but I can't help but think it would be amazing.
It's like you're like a song that I'm not ready to stop.
Yours Truly,
A.R
But it doesn't finish here.
