Bros
We the Kings- The Story of Your Life
I can’t believe how stupid I am for allowing this to happen.
Time will always be my worst enemy or maybe it’s just me sucking at saying what I really mean.
You’re amazing. You’re splendid. It sounds so crappy and cliche-ish but now I’m sure that it is not going to be everyday that I’ll meet someone like you. You’re one of a kind. You’re the kind that I love colliding with because I see so many beautiful things with our differences. I feel happy when I talk to you for reasons that I can’t even understand. No matter how authoritative this may sound, I honestly love telling you what to do whenever you have your little dilemmas. I love so many things about you- from the things that are reflected in you inside and out.
The best thing I love about you is how you manage to keep on coming back despite of our barriers. Our schedules won’t meet, we like different things, our ways of affection are really different. Yet, I never find myself alone especially in times when I need someone the most because at the end of my crappy day, you’d be talking to me like we have a tranquil world of our own. I believe that is because of how we would always understand how each of us feels.
I have told you countless of times already that not being able to hear from you even for a day apppalls me and I know that I have no right to feel this but it kills me whenever you tell me something about some girl unless I’m that girl.
Now I don’t know if you would come back this time. I always thought that I was the one who would always be left hanging by you but I was really hit when you told me that metaphor. I’m sorry if it took me so long to open the doors.
Again, in the name of cliches,
I love you but now I think am too late.
Please come back. I know you will.
I’ll stay here.
