Strangers

He sits there in a somber silence I love watching him like this in thought he seems so at peace he's just writing and taking all the feeling from his day and putting on to paper without care he is himself in this moment and I want to see him like this always. “Dear” I say “This is you right now you should be like this all the time I feel like I'm holding you back” “beautiful” he explains “I'm completely myself when I'm with you that's why I write all the time if I wasn't writing you would have something to worry about see the love we have makes me write more” I left and I never turned back I told him I needed to find out who I was because I didn't have that feeling of openness

She was perfect and now everything reminds me of her I hope she doesn't move on there a spark of hope still in me that's telling me to wait I remember hiding under your bed while the pancakes were still cooking or laying out under the stars in your backyard and accidentally falling asleep with you or just walking on the beach getting milkshakes and ice cream and stuff to make smores or how we would dream about living together with kneesocks the Shiba Inu or how we could talk for hours about nothings at all and how nervous I was when I first ate dinner with your family that I just said a whole bunch of facts. It helps to write them away you still have the quotes of all the stuff we did in your journal I'm trying to move on so that when I see you next you'll be a friend and we will be like how we started out as strangers