I try to avoid going to lonely places.
This lonely place is sometimes just a feeling, or a thought—but one that is able to drive me close to insane.
On the rare occasion that this lonely place is actually something bearable, there is nothing else I feel but your presence.
That day I first met you, it might seem silly but- it was my first day at the new school, and you were the first to smile at me.
It made me really really happy.
I’m saying this now; you mean a lot to me.
We’ll forget each other, we’ll forget that we ever spent a day together. And that’s fine by me, as long as we both hold ourselves steady.
You are the only lonely place I’m not afraid to visit.