You were just my friend.
One of the "ordinary friends".
You didn't matter this much to me before.
I didn't even care how you were feeling- if you were sad or alone.
You were busy making a life & so do I.
Been doing things that could make me satisfied.
I didn't even bother whom you're spending your time with.
Didn't even care who's making you laugh or cry.
Our story was once a blank sheet,
i didnt even think of writing anything about.
But with whats happening now?
I found myself narrating a story.
A story i will always choose to keep for the rest of my life.
A story so beautiful that I don't wanna end.
A mysterious story that I have discovered.
A story thats unlike any other.
~I was once a blank sheet.
You are the story who filled :)
