that night at my best friend’s birthday party that if anything were to split the two of us apart, we would stay friends,
but we didn’t talk about the sadness that would overcast our hearts at the beginning
we didn’t talk about the brief period of evasion and taking an alternate route
just so we wouldn’t have to see each other.
Honestly at the beginning I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into,
and I’m supposed to be the smarter of us two.
Nobody told me that when fingers intertwine so do hearts,
that there would be architecture in our bodies just waiting to break,
that I would inevitably relate the monotony of my life to the light in your eyes,
that the musty smell of the ocean would remind me of you,
that when I wear grey is when I am the most beautiful to you,
that when I decide to cook late at night and all that comes to mind is your favorite dish,
my relentless and cold heart would somehow heat under the pressure of your memories on my mind.
There was no little black book that taught me how to live since that pinky promise in that sky blue room
though at times I felt like I was creating my own religion with you.
All I can do now is pray to the god we built that promises cannot be broken and promises mean forever and promises mean you.

Constantly being the wind beneath your wings has forced me to forget how to fly. 

Recently at work, I was able to make a small crying boy smile, and eventually beam with laughter. I found what I want to do with the rest of my life, I want to relieve the pain. 

I really do like it when people tell me about themselves. It doesn’t matter what, it can be about their day, what they did that they found amazing, what their hobbies are, etc. I like knowing about people, in a way, it makes me feel like they trust me. You’re not bothering me with your rambling, I actually prefer to listen.