You know, even if you're gone, i can't stop poking at all those things that i thought when you were here.
When you were here, and i couldn't understand why you were with someone like me, then we looked at the night sky together, and you said, «That's my favorite », pointing to a couple of stars, one big and bright next to another, so small next to that ... «I mean the little one», you clarified with a smile, then i understood.
When you were here, in the middle of a bunch of friends, and everyone was laughing, and suddenly, at half laughing, you'd said something so sad, that I thought you were going to start crying, but no, you just kept laughing in unison like the others. While your eyes, crystallized, refused, and you closed them. And i discovered that I was the one who was crying. Was i really the only one who noticed it?
When you were here before, and in class while i watching you, you was so calmed, you weren't someone silent, maybe something was hurting you?
My pen ended in your nose, nobody had to know. Now it was your nose that was hurting.
«We're going for an ice cream today in the afternoon.» i'd said. « You really like ice cream. » You answered.
Really, i just wanted to walk at your side while you were smiling.
(Although i admit that ice cream also make me crazy)
Yeah, just a fragment of this, because the rest is so shameful that i could die ♡