I know that we didn't had anything going on or did we; just know that I get attached to moments, to those that we spent time together unravelling the secrets of the universe. Remembering how your lips curled every time I try to explain my theory to everything. How you thought that I was the most crazy, unique person that you've ever met. It's sad how things went by at the speed of light. It's as if we travelled on stars and before we know it, our time together is up. I get jitters every time you text me, thinking to myself that you still care; or don't you? "Do you not feel anything" a question I kept on asking myself over and over again ever since things got cut off. I know I'm not your priority, but do know that you're always mine, kept and locked in a tiny box deep down in my heart. You're my guilty pleasure, you're my source of happiness, and you're definitely the rose among the thorns.