Mood: Cold.
Song: Don't Stop the Music - The Bird and the Bee
It's getting late,
I'm making my way over to my favorite place.
I sift through my thoughts,
Aimlessly, effortlessly.
Reaching out, wondering,
"I miss you."
It comes out effortlessly,
Though you don't reply.
Simply because you cannot.
I know what I need from you,
your hand to hold,
your smile and laughter,
I need you to be my friend.
Not my "girlfriend,"
But a best friend.
A close friend.
And you don't understand,
I may say the term aimlessly,
But you'll know when I truly mean it.
Because right now...
You may not see it,
But you're about to be my number two.
And I don't know if I like that idea.
But I know I need it.
Your phone got taken away,
And I'm going through the same withdrawls I went through when I didn't talk to Brianna at first.
This is safe,
Right?
You'll be there, as much as you can be, right?
jmt&kmd; are we best friends?
Or is that what we'll be calling each other because we're afraid of what comes next?
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