I've been struggling these last days trying to forget how bad I feel for not being next to you, for not living the adventures I had promised myself we would. You know what? It kills me, because I'm being fucking selfish for acting or even thinking this way.
You are finally living your dreams, I always knew you would since you have an enormous potential to even change the whole world if you want to, while I'm just sitting here, trying to figure out how happy I'd be if I was at least a tiny part of your life.
You are and will always be my best friend. I just want you to call me someday and ask me how I have been doing. I miss you.
Please, think of me.
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