How I wish all of these were just a dream.
I miss those stupid conversations with you, the one which always make me laugh.
I miss those bittersweet moments with you, the moments that we laugh and cry together.
I hate how everything is changed now.
It's funny that we're not starting conversation anymore.
I hate the fact that I'm already losing you.
You and you and you too.
We tend to care for something that is already gone.
Promises are made to be broken.
We're all growing up.
Maybe this is just a part of the journey.
Maybe there's a reason for everything that has happened.