From lovers to friends

And today, this is what I wanted.

This special kind of friendship. I may not have been able to ask for what I want, or make the decision out loud, but I knew how to guide it.

To here.

With all its issues, concerns and nonsense. For me, perfectly placed where each of us sits in our lives. But we are connected on the periphery. Far enough to live without you. Close enough to ping you on days that I need a friend. And you would be there. And I would be there, in the same way.

Because in the end, we are both human in this struggle. Craving a heart that could see us. That would always see us. Worlds apart, cultures apart, cities apart and pain apart. But we always see us.

Miss Mess


About iheartmess

Dear Girls (and Boys!), Boys will hurt you, a lot of them. You'll feel like your heart is breaking at age 12, at 16, and then properly at 21 and then really at 26. When it breaks again before you are 30, that will be the real one, wait for it, every single one is everything, and nothing. It’s all great and terrible, it’s all worth it...
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