Friends

Everyone had a friend in their entire life. Those people who saw you , down through your core, it can be anyone , or even anything. It might be your dog, your mom , your seatmate, your neighbor, your sister, your soul sister, your boyfriend, your girlfriend, your pillow, your blog, your computer, your couch , your bed, the window, the rain , the newscaster, the dead, and who else ? Well, everyone knows the answer. It's you.


I had the best people ever, those people who understand me , care , love , and what else ? They knew me.

They formed me, created me, and turned me into this, a couch potato shit here, typing on my laptop, a melodramatic chick who likes to hide in the curtains and stare in the windows and pretend to capture the memories.

I wanna feel them with me again , I want to hug them so bad and tell them the words I haven't said yet. Tell them that they deserve more than me.

Tell them that I love them too.
Tell them, I'll always be there.


But can my promises really do the job ?