#Part 2 : My old best friend.
I didn’t find someone to confess since you've been gone, just my pen and my papers. Sometimes I give up on them too, I break my pen, I cut off my papers because I don’t find words which describe my statues without you, without the old us. I missed your smile, so badly did miss our crazy moments full of joy and innocence, our stupid fights, our pieces of tears at goodbye. I miss how much close we were, I miss every single moment we had, I miss “she will be loved”, I miss “anywhere but here”. I miss you being around all the time, I miss the fact that you were my only refuge and my closest ever.
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