I wanted to get to know you. You made me feel like I didn’t have to try and sweet talk you, you were just you and I was I. Nothing else to it. Things happen though and people leave constantly, you just have to be ready for it no matter how many times you say to yourself that you’re used to it, you’re not, and you never will be. People hand gift you memories of them to your mind and it makes a home in there. You can’t burn it nor can you destroy it, memories of them will always stick. And I wish I didn’t meet you, I wish you didn’t remind me of certain things but you do and I guess you’ll be in my head forever till the day I lose you up there.





















