You never know what a person is thinking. Not a dream, a story, a thought, nothing. You say you'd miss them when they are gone but, you don't know yet that you will forget them in a few years down the road. Before you are forgotten, darling. Live your life. Love and be broken, be reckless and senseless. 

I am but, a writer. A dreamer who will never tell. I am a simple person who is taken for to much more. I am, sadly, me. There is nothing amazing about me nor will there ever be. I am but, merely a delicate mind.