9 things about being 16 (almost 17)
A railway station. Summer. You, me and my bike. My bike had a flat tire, you promised me to fix it. I admired you, had non idea what you felt for me. I quietly wished that I could sit back on the bike while you were driving, I'd be laughing out my love for life and if we had fallen, I would've screamed out of both happiness and pain. Rolled over on my back and grabbed your hand. And that's the moment I knew I would have had enough courage to kiss you.
It's hard to breathe when I think about things like this.
I read everything that I had written about you and I found my feelings grown stronger as we had grown apart. You've probably forgotten everything at this point, not noticing your feelings fading away. And even though we hugged briefly last Thursday I did not let any hope flare up. It was just a short, warm reminder of how it used to be and I let you go quickly, so my reality wouldn't get mixed up with memories.