The best part of a relationship, is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.
Be thankful your parents are actually still alive. Sure you’re gonna get into fights with them, but that’s no reason to hate them. They love you, care for you, feed you, give you somewhere to live..they do all that because they love you, and they always will.
I sit there and wonder what the hell happened to us? What happened to all the things we’d do in the future? Whatever happened to all our real talks. I guess they weren’t so real after all. Remember those nights we’d talk forever, even though we’re both tired. Damn, everything’s left behind in the past, and all I could ever look back to are memories. It sucks.
I kinda miss the bond we shared. I mean, who wouldn't miss that comfortable feeling with a person. Where we could talk for hours about everything, anything and not have a problem with the silence in the middle. Can't forget all the ridiculous stuff we did. Stupid or not, everything was just so fun. Endless nights, real talks, the "remember whens" I remember it all. And it's funny what life does, how it could just give you things and take it away so soon. I really can't get it to my head that you grow distant from people and that good things come to an end sooner or later. But along the way I learned one thing about life; it goes on, you just gotta pick yourself up and learn to keep up.