3 months are gone as i lay in my bed dreaming of a day ill see him again. Maybe hes a ghost now. If he is hes a good ghost. A ghost that will help me and guide me through my challanges. He has became a part of my vision and part of my life. His name is still just a whisper in my ears. All the fun times we had and all the dreams I helped him with. I think of how he could like a simple girl like me. I'm silent and im a useless girl. Yet again he would think hes a useless boy who shows his feeling through his music. I show my love for the ghost through my writing and the memories we share. Some maybe bad memories but who cares they are still memories of us. I remembered the times we spent talking on the phone and the times he called me lovely. He's a drug a drug that im addicted to but when one gets busy the other does to. Maybe its a game or maybe its a fight. Maybe this ghost in my head will appear again. One day holding my hand and calling me lovely again.
