Here, I see you again. Again on the same couch with the same journal. My tired eyes still gazing at you hoping you would use a magic wand and seep my sadness right out of me.
With every night that destroyed me, you were there with the sense of comfort and calm I needed. I’ll always look upto you when I think of love because I feel you and the Sun have the most beautiful love. I’ll always long for you for you’ve been there. You’ve seen the nights which drowned me into sorrow, you’ve seen the nights with the endless laughs, you’ve seen the best of me and the worst of me. Thank you.
One day, I’ll be old enough to not remember these nights. Read out this letter to me and remind of every crazy memory.