Can I say… Can I say you’re funny, smart, and you make me smile? Can I say that free falling is the one thing I want to do… with absolutely no one else but you? If I told you that you’re my 11:11 wish, could you not be shocked? Could you, for once, not talk about the old times, where I felt sky high, and on top of the world? How about now, where I trip and hang… I fall and stumble. I’ve done nothing but make you happy, and yet.. I’ve made you mad. Can I say, you’re the best… the worst.. the first.. and the last thing that’s happened to me…? All I find myself doing is writing about you. Writing your name. Conversations we had play over and over again in my mind, where everything is good again. When back in reality, I’m a mere image of what used to be. You said you’d never leave, and you said you’d always be there. Calling you MY body guard was… was my thought of calling you mine… my something. I don’t WANT to call you my friend.. because you mean so much more than that. I want to call you the one… the one that makes me smile when the world seems to be frowning. You were my drug. My crack cocaine. My addiction. Every time the phone rang, I thought it’d be your voice on the other end… now, it’s just some disappointing person wanting to sell something. Wanna sell something? Sell my soul, because it’s not complete with out my heart. My heart. Ha, that makes me laugh. I remember once I’d kept it locked in a box, with sirens and warnings and cautions… you broke in and took it all… with out even telling me. You were the key to everything.. I had to say your name and I was instantly happy. But now, your name is a pain… a burden to me now.