3 weeks of summer. 3 weeks with you. Everyday. Altho we’d never talked back when we went to the same class, we got along quite quickly, right? Maybe because we’ve chatted a few times since I came back from my Germany trip. I thought you were soooooo funny. I’ve never had someone staying at my place before… not speaking of such a long time. 3 weeks. I got to know how great you are, and what weaknesses you have. You just find that kinda stuff out when you spend so much time with someone, don’t you. You made me laugh my ass off. You talked to me about every shit in this world. You laid there with me and we listened to Jason Mraz. You went to Kuru Kuru sushi with me 2 times a week. You got sunburnt and I had to put some yogurt on your shoulders. And you made me cry. It’s nobody’s fault… Or actually it’s the fault of both of us. I didn’t want to cry. But after what you told me when we were about to leave, and seeing you cry, my tears just couldn’t stop flowing. Your words… They probably hurt me more than what you did. Even tho you were honest with me. And you wished me the best. But it broke my heart. The 3 weeks are over. School has started, and a new year is waiting for us. So no worries. I’m ok. I’ll be ok. You take care. And sure I’ll come see you in Germany. At least I hope that I’ll be able to do that. The summer has left… With you. |