Not every day will that boy confess his undying love for you
Not every day will you drink your favorite coffee in the morning
Not every day will the sun shine down and warm your bones
Not every day will you feel happy and easy and free
And you must look at that as a blessing because now you can appreciate the day when that boy does confess his love for you
 and you drink your favorite coffee 
and when you absorb the light from the sun

Somewhere along the way we lost something

Maybe it was those lonely nights when everything was on our minds and we chose to sit in silence instead

Or maybe it was when the jokes started to have a tinge of hatred and truth to them and the slightest bit of venom would seep through our voices

Or could it be that we both became blinded by love, because when you're 15 what's more important than that?

And maybe it was just that we were so similar that we couldn't parallel each other forever, we were bound to intersect, collide
crash

But I'd like to think it was our time. Nothing is infinite. And our friendship grew old and faded like the fall leaves as it turned to winter

Hopefully wherever we choose to bury it, flowers will grow

I want to know your favorite song and how many times your heart beats when I'm holding your hand and if you just make jokes because you like the sound of my laugh? And why do you want to get out of this place so bad and what do the stars look like through your eyes and what do you think about just before you fall asleep, what do your dreams look like? And did your parents make you your favorite foods for dinner and did you ever play catch with your dad and did your mom ever sing you to sleep? You see, I want to know why you pay such close attention to everything I say and how you already know that certain comments hurt and I can't answer certain questions without crying and I want to know why you care so much about me?