lundi 22 juin 2015

She better never find out my blog.



My dearest friend,
Can you remember the day we met?
It seems like yesterday, but it's been a while actually.
You were wearing that brooch.

And it became an obsession to get it.
Of course I love that release
But it's mainly because of endless nostalgia
Mainly because of you.

I like the bag charm better actually,
And white or mint would be my choice.
But you were wearing black that day
And that's the only thing I care about.

I hope you'll never get to read that.
You'd think I'm wether crazy
Or  in love with you
...
Maybe both.


If we could travel through time, I'd love to get everything started again.
I wish I knew how to be your friend.
But I don't.

And now I lost you forever.

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