fairytale.

Never the same

Tick-tock, tick-tock. The time is passing quickly. By the time summer will come you'll be gone. The things will never be the same. I start to miss all the things we made, all the jokes and the laughs, all the teasing when we talked.

Somehow, a lot of people told us we're together, but we weren't. We were just best friends, I think.

Now, I lay here and think about me, about you, about us. Maybe I liked you more, and I didn't even knew it. I said I love him, but maybe, there was always you the one I really wanted. Last two nights I have dreamt about him, and when I woke up and I remembered about them, I was disappointed.

You'll soon be gone ... so soon. That day, that night, the night of the Freshman Prom, was the moment when we talked for the first time, and after that night we became friends. I always saw you as my "big bro' ", because I could never dared to consider that you can be more than just my friend ... until now.

All the things I still remember, a secret concealed deep in my heart. I can see it now, because I always hesitated about showing those feelings. I always denied.

"It's not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow."

Labels: Farewell, Friends, Friendship, Goodbye, Love

POSTED BY Unknown ON Monday, 16 May 2011 @ 15:47