We are over, aren’t we? 6 years, countless memories, calling in crisis and to talk about nothing at all,
You have been there during everything, the first guy I ever liked, the first guy who ever liked me,
First period, first failure in the maths test, crush on that French teacher, breakup of my favorite band,
First trip with best friend[with you], first alcoholic drink, you were the one who read and criticized all my poems after I started writing again
I have had so many first with you, but so many horrible nights too, when I have wanted nothing more but to jump off the skyscraper and be free
i have gotten so involved,in you,mixed and shaken in your blood that i have lost my own components
It hurts to write this, I don’t want to delve in the worst things, that are a little more than the good ones,
So I’ll finish this here and remember you with only the good things.