I’m going to miss you. You’re the closest I’ve been to love.
Before you know it, all of the little things we take for granted fade into nostalgia.
And then you want the moment back.
Nowadays I find myself pursuing the feeling. I always end up empty handed. It’s the type of love you can’t replicate. To give yourself completely to a person and have them reciprocate. To feel like you’re living your childhood to the fullest.
In less than a month we’ll both be in different high schools meeting new people. And all I’m gonna be left with is a hazy memory of a beautiful Viviana staring profoundly into the soul of me, and a hunger for the feeling.
This is really beautiful!