Time...

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Time.
Oh I wish there was more time.

I'm not leavening this earth because of her.
But I don't ever want to hurt her...so I leave everything connected to her. Because I feel like such a jackass for doing this to her...

I don't want her to ever see me ever like this.

I'm going to go through life remembering her...remembering the way she cared for me.

But I will live life like the zombie I am, pretend everything is fine.
Maybe I will go to collage, get a job and  maybe see her walking down the street.

And just maybe if she remembers me I will wave give her a smile and moth the words I tell her everyday.
She knows those words like the back of her hands because she tells me it everyday.

Maybe I will just write our story.
And never say a word but who knows maybe I will just leave my friend, she knows the friend, I will leave my friend telling her I'm going to go move with my dad...yeah sounds like a plan him and my mum are already getting a divorce so it won't matter...

So this is our story, not yours, not his, not that kid who you like with the cute nose.

Ours.

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