I've known you for five years.
We were best friends for four.
You were older by fifteen years.
But even at thirteen I loved you more
than any man I've ever met.
And I still do.
And I know that with each still birth your heart broke off another piece.
And I am sorry.
But that doesn't mean that I don't think about you every day.
And wish that eventually you will come out and say
I love you.
Because I will never stop loving you too.
Even if you never told me your last name.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
I've known you for five years.
We were best friends for four.
You were older by fifteen years.
But even at thirteen I loved you more
than any man I've ever met.
And I still do.
And I know that with each still birth your heart broke off another piece.
And I am sorry.
But that doesn't mean that I don't think about you every day.
And wish that eventually you will come out and say
I love you.
Because I will never stop loving you too.
Even if you never told me your last name.
Oh broken man that has broken me.
I will never stop searching for you.
