Someday you will see this and want to have me with you. Someday you will notice my absence, you will notice your loneliness, you’ll notice that those words you love to hear? Nobody says them. Someday you’ll want to return to those days where, without thinking, you said I love you, those days where you exhibited before me, where you let me see who you really were, and you will want to have me with you. You’ll want to revive those nights of long and dense talk, where, hiding behind ourselves, we confessed our deepest desires, the desire to succeed, to be somebody, to have us mutually. Someday you will see this and cry, as I do now, and just remember. One day, across the world you will see this, as I do and see that I am not as far as you think.
Ill always be yours.