Saw someone's tweet and it just hit me so hard. This day, exactly two years ago, I delivered an entire box of chocolates to your class with that lame shit post it note stuck to it, and then I hugged you so tight I nearly forgot how to let go.

Then there was that particular night. I was having such a hard time and I ran away. You stayed up with me, counselling and making sure I was alright, ensuring that I made it home safely. At that point of time, things were already rather tense, just because I was too stupid. So many other nights too. The best were those where we'd just stay up and talk about nothing in particular, until one of us would fall asleep. It was always you, of course, and the next day we'd both be fucked as hell. I can't ever forget.

You've played a huge part of my life, and I'd love to be able to talk to you once more. To just talk to you about the way things are and how they've changed drastically while you've been gone. Every time I see you around, it sucks because I know you're having it hard. Just as you've always had it that way.




Finally found a perfect night to stay up and watch Silver Linings Playbook, after wanting to do so for a long time. Right now I am crying because it was just so so perfect.

Perhaps I just never knew how to cherish what I had, and that applies to nearly everything and everybody that I've had the fortune to have by my side. Well, things are falling apart now and I can't help but look back on everything else that could have been.