It hurts me every time I think of you
A wound that opens up by the mere mention of you
You were far from perfect
Far from normal, ideal
With all of that considered, it was only you;
Making me smile in those stress filled nights
Drowning me with hugs and kisses after make shift fights
You made me want to wake up early on a monday
To see those brown eyes disappear in laughter
Only to reappear for a second before I move closer
Not to kiss nor to hug nor to bite nor to tickle
But just to be as close a friend would when in front of your lover.