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Cried my eyes out.
I just came to my realization.
'After June 5, you won't be back for a long, long time.'
I see, read, hear, and know there are people out there. "He called me his bestfriend!" and "He called me his love!" And deep downinside, they know and I know that their heart is going to be broken. They know that their vest friend is going to find someone else. They know that the person who called them "Love" will, in fact, move on. They always stick arounduntil there's something better. It's not all movies.
'But for once, I really believed we would be like a fairytale.'
'My sweet, sweet girl. I believe in fairytales only because that's where the beautiful girl like you falls in love with the ugly boy like me.'
But I still can't help it. I can't sleep enough as it is with my insomnia. Now you're going to add some excruciating pain from my tooth, and the pain of missing someone. I know what most of you are thinking, "It's less than a month. Get over it. You need a life."
And until you realize someone as genuine, someone as spectacular, someone as indescribable as my best friend, DESERVES to be missed much more than how much I will miss them.
'It's only two hours ahead. I'll text you when I can.'
'I'll text you everyday. Countries can't hold us back.'
'I'm going to cry every night if you don't text me.'
'I'm just going to cry.'
The only thing I think I'm going to do is cry, watch spanish things, and lay in bed all day.
Or hug a pillow.
Possibly aim a bit, telling my friends how much "Fun" I'm having.
Finish my book.
Cry some more.
(:
'I'm going to miss you.'
'Take a picture?'
'Why?'
'So I never forget what you look like.'
'Ever?'
'Without any Rs.'
 nangal · Sun May 24, 2009 @ 05:39am · 0 Comments |
