A friend of mine sent me photos of sunset, that was when he remembered me. He was an old friend for more than 10 years now and we are still in contact to each other.
This guy made my whole teenage life unforgettable, and he knows everything about me, I know everything about him too. Who would have thought, that the guy I always admire when I was in first year high school, will be the guy who will be there whenever I'm lost and can't find my self on the road. Who would have thought, that the guy who never knew my name, will be the guy who someday will know everything about me.
For quite some time now, that guy became my constant. For quite some time now, he became the guy who I should not love. He will just always be there, but not to the extinct that he will die for me. He does make me more beautiful, but not to the point where he can look at my eyes and say it in front of me. Just like these sunsets he sent to me, he can say that I am beautiful, but in a far away side, for he cannot make me his, and I cannot make him mine.
