My heart sank at the thought of our past. The thought of you brought back a wave of emotion in me; I thought I was buried. Our favorite song came out as I listened to my playlist via earphones. It wasn't actually our song. I told you to recommend some good music, and you sent me a song that all said you love me, but you thought it was impossible for you to feel that way about someone.
I was driving through the mountains then; it was as dangerous as it was, but it made it even more problematic when it was raining. As the rain and wind hit my windshield, I thought of us.
You entered my life as a good friend; you were a teacher for me, someone who helped me through my most difficult times, and helped me realize my potential, my value. My relationship broke down just when I wanted to rebuild from the ground up, finally doing something that made me happy.
My parents went against me for several days just for this, blaming you for everything. For some common reason, I would tell you that we can't be friends, that's the main reason. But I felt you; you were always floating in my eyes. I realized who you are and what you stand for, and I put my complete trust and confidence in you. You were a beautiful soul to me.
Believe me, I always thought about you, and I was amazed at how quickly you changed. You were very caring, and the moments of walking together were beautiful. You stopped talking to me, I disappointed you, yet it took me a lot of strength to keep you in my circle.
I knew that I would go through this time when you stopped talking to me. I constantly kept a place in my heart for you and texted you to see if you were okay, and you never replied to me.
My heart started to get hurt; I felt like my soul was tearing up thinking about all this; I couldn't help it; I became unbearable; I prayed to God that I would die. I felt like my brain was forcing me to think about it. I couldn't live. As I drove faster, trying to avoid these thoughts, the rain hit my car's windshield harder.
