Hello stranger.

Guilt.
It swells up when I think about the times we would say "I'd never leave you. We will always be best friends."
Because here I am, a few years later, breaking a promise.
We aren't best friends anymore. We aren't even friends. We're just knowledges.

It hurts.
It hurts when I think of all the good times we shared, all the fun we had, all the times when you dried my tears and lent your shoulder to cry on.
And I am crying but your shoulder isn't there anymore. I wish I could tell you how I feel right now.

Remember.
Remember when we were young and wild? When we laughed about the most stupid things?
Remember doing all those things together?
Remember me?

I hope.
I hope you haven't forgotten all about me.
I hope I still have a place in your heart because you still have a place in mine.
I just f*cking hope we could go back to being friends, being best friends.

Sus me, kus me

Sus me zacht

met je woorden

met je lach

met je strelingen

tijdens de nacht

met je arm

die rond me hangt

met die afdruk

op mijn wang

op mijn voorhoofd

waar ik naar verlang

waar ik naar smacht

sus me zacht