There are the days where i sit and wish that growing older meant breaking all barriers between the clouds and the stars. Where love was not an ideal nor reality but a fondness that grows with out definition. And yet, school year is still ending and as the days grow longer my thirst for solitary walks grows more apparent.
But its always how we give things up,
that makes us crave them even more.
Because in the end
i am certain, my friend,
that i will miss you most of all.
