Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what we call a tragedy; come back to me..

They're long gone, those times. They've vanished, dissolved. Dissolved into the thin air that seems suffocating to me. Succumbing to what was is not even an option, let alone consider it. No matter how quite the world seems, screams are never heard. They're lost somewhere within me. I miss those times. I miss your talks. I miss the way you used to entwine me in your talks. I miss your charm. I miss.. you.

People in our pasts have a great deal of effect on us and I couldn't agree less to that. The worst that comes up has to be when you find out how fake they were with you during all the years you knew them while all you did was expose yourself completely in front of them. It's more worse when you just can't come to accept the fact that they were lying to you. 

I can't help but forget how close you and me were. Friendship is a sickly bond at times. I still can't help but reminisce about those times. I know I should forget those times because they're not coming back.

But at the end, the heart wants what the heart wants...

Title credits: From First To Last - Note To Self