I can't deal with this...anymore. I can't deal with the fact that I don't have you to hug. I can't see you in the middle of the week, with the face that I want to. You are able to resist my smile and my hugs. I can't deal with the fact that when I move there will be no more chances. I can't deal with the fact that It'll be over once I move, for good. You won't look my way ever again and I can't deal with that. You have the ability to smile on a bad day and fake your sincerity but I know that it isn't true. I miss you. I miss your laughter and your smile. This is the plea of a friend who's walked for miles just to see your smile again, just to feel the peace in your arms, just to hear your comforting words again. This is the cry of a child, wanting to become more to her brother than he has ever wanted, wanting to be more than just the little one. This is the scream of a daughter, wishing that I was more than just a pawn, wishing that I had more talent, more smiles to make you proud. This is the wish of a broken heart. I can't deal with this anymore.
-I want to be loved, and have love but not just that romantic kind either.
I want to love you my friend, my parents, my family. I want to be here...but how can I?
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