We had a childish deal in the eyes of others.

For us it meant everything.

It was the motivation to attend school every Monday morning.

A reason to keep on living until the next week.

We would share thoughts about our favorite show.

Every Monday after a new episode came out.

You were the only friend who I shared this passion with.

A short friendship, but meaningful.

We had so little memories, and it hurts because there’s not much I can remember of you.

You always joked about wanting to leave, though deep down you ment every word you said.

I wished I had taken it seriously.

It’s been 2 years since I started talking to the empty chair in my room.

Telling it how amazing the new episode was.

Hoping you would be sitting in that chair, listening to me.