One day, we might be able to meet up and talk about old times.
Laughing at stupid arguments we once had.
Crying over hurtful decisions.
You know me so well.
And I could just be myself in front of you.
No hiding, no pretending.
Someday, when we see each other, please be yourself.
I can still be your best friend.
Your supporter.
Your shoulder to cry on.
