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.
