We used to talk for hours.

We used to pick flowers.

We used to climb trees.

Talking about what we could not be.

You used to hold me tight.

You used to stroke my hair.

You told me I was special and that you really really cared.

We used to be best friends.

You were my beginning and my end.

We never ever kissed and that was okay.

But now it leaves me heartbroken every single day.

Because you asked me to run away with you.

But I could not go.

I had a gut feeling and I tried to tell you so.

But you were angry.

You got in your car and left.

And on the highway you chose to intercept.

You killed yourself.

And you already knew,

That when I hear the news I would finally realize I love you too.

( oh my god this poem is so deep for me to even write. Where is this coming from i have no idea)