love... a word that always brings me back to you, my mind always finds its way to you when i hear that word. i love the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you love, how they brighten and your smile grows and how you can hear the excitement in your voice. whenever im around you i still can’t help but smile, to this day you still bring me peace like you have these past couple of years. i can find beauty in every piece of you, even if i don’t love you like that, i still love you. more than anything. i like to lay there and listen to all the songs that always bring me back to you somehow. you’ve taught me what love isn’t but also what it is. sometimes being around you makes me feel like the world isn’t as evil as i think it is. your laugh is something i love to hear especially when its me who makes you laugh.
from time to time i do wish things were in different in some way, what if we weren’t ever friends, would i even be here still? what if i never fell in love you, would i still be here? and to put it simply, no. you don’t see it but i genuinely would not be here if i hadn’t have loved you like i did. you were a reason to live, in fact you ARE a reason to live still. sometimes looking into your eyes take me back to when i was so blind and naive, i like that feeling. its an odd feeling but i like it, your eyes are such a beautiful colour of brown, chocolatey in a way, in the sun they light up and they just look so pretty. brown eyes are so boring unless they’re yours. yours look different. your hair is fluffy, fluffy like how i imagined our love would have been but it was like shattered glass, glass that you have to step across with your bare feet but with a twist, the pain hurts but you enjoy it. thats what it was like to love you that deeply. you’re special, so fucking special to me man. i’ve moved on right, so why do when i get a notification part of me still hopes its you. tears are still shed for you but these tears feel like the tears i cried when i first loved you. not the sour tears i cried back in january and february. part of me still hopes we’ll live like the story i always imagined we would in my head but sometimes happy endings aren't a thing. maybe in another life, maybe we’ll be what i always wished for us to be