It's at Night.

It's at night that I remember you. It's at night that we snuck out and it's at night that we linked hands to take on the dark.
No one knows how much I miss you.
I refuse to talk about you, and I refuse to be in the room with my cell phone. I am so terrified that this silence you've dropped over me is permant.

And part of me is grateful.

There is no such thing as "just friends."

There is no such thing as writing stories when the stories all lead back to that part of my brain that's filled with you and all that we had. All that we did.
All that we could've been.

I was wrong.
We never would've worked had things been any different.