I wrote this after reading a story my friend wrote-her pen name is weird not boring and the name of the fic is He Fell in Love with Their Conversations.

here it is:

At night

When he was lying on his bed

He could see her

In his thoughts and in his mind

Through his drifting clouds of uncertainty and shame

Their conversations plastered on his wall

Like a trophy

A remembrance

Something to ease his pain

And when he was in doubt

He could turn to his memories of her

His pictures of her

His thoughts of her

And he could hide behind the bliss

The bliss of knowing that it was he she chose

He that she chose to open up to

It was he that she chose to tell her secrets to

And even though she would never truly be his

He could still hold onto those conversations

Those secrets

And her beautiful green eyes.