You broke me, but you made me laugh and smile, two years straight. I saw you everyday, we smiled everyday, till I went home and heard a rumour about you and cried, tears flowing like nothingness waterfalls.

What you made me feel, was unbearable, but the best thing I’d ever felt. I knew what love was. It was sitting there, right in front of me.

From the second our hands touched, to our last chat and last seeing. I wonder when I’ll see you again, you’re overly impossible. And you hint at me to other people.

The feeling of falling apart because missing you hurts so much more than it really should. I’m in a city of delusion. Break these walls down, break them so I can finally have you.

You told me to come to you whenever I wanted or needed, I never took advantage of that, nervousness did. Hold me, thrill me, kiss me.

What we had was something no one will experience, properly. Mainly because people can take care of restricted love, but we couldn’t, and we know deep down that we still care.

I love you, and an unconditional, restricted bound love, never broke us apart regardless.

A x