Sometimes when I'm walking down this path, I feel so lost.

I look around and don't see anything I know.

Everything is so…unfamiliar…

But then I see you.

How did you get so far ahead of me?

How long ago was it that I saw that smile?

Those eyes?

Was it really that long ago since you stole my first kiss?

Since you took my hand and ran with me down this road?

I remember clearly, you used to walk alongside me.

My friend.

For the first time in years I feel so…so anxious

So happy.

Like freedom from being alone again.

Every time I attempt to speak to you, the wrong words come out, and you're even too far away to hear those.

I'm trying to catch up to you, but no matter how hard I try to grasp that feeling of security and love I once had, the farther you get away from me.

Acting like I'm a stranger.

It hurts.

You don't even notice the pain in my eyes.

No one does.

So here I am hiding behind this façade that I first got when you left.

The pain from that day still haunts me.

The day I lost my most precious friend.

Everyone says it suits me better to be this way.

But this mask is for comfort.

It makes no sense, but I like it better too.

I rarely get hurt with this.

Like a trump card against the hard situations.

But somehow when there is too much pressure I still crack like a scared child.

A very wise person once told me that hiding things only makes them worse.

And unfortunately, I'm starting to see they were right.

All I want is for you to wait up for me.

That would make everything disappear.

Wouldn't that be nice?

For me to hold you in my arms.

For me to listen to your heart beating with mine.

The more I think these thoughts, the more my heart starts to ache.

It's never been this bad before.

This is it.

This time, I'm going to reach you.

One last sprint.

One last yell out to you.

Will you even turn around?

One last prayer for your heart to feel me.

One last dream I wake up from where you aren't there.

One last try to throw away the mask.

Will you even care?

I smile and hold onto this hope.

I'll get you this time.

I'm sure of it.

My lungs fill with air only to run out of breath.

I look up from my spot to meet your eyes, staring at me from a distance.

And you smile at me, that beautiful smile that can't be described.

Did you feel me?

My legs move towards you.

I can't even help it.

I don't even care if I have to crawl.

I don't plan on stopping.

Now my legs are sprinting.

My breath shortening, I feel closer now.

You stand there unmoving.

I see your anticipation for me.

Do you remember now?

You must.

A true smile touches my lips as you start to walk towards me.

It seems like a dream.

Hell, I don't care if it is.

I want this.

This emptiness inside of me is dissipating.

I don't think you even realize what you do to me.

My friend.

My love…

Yay! The first thing I've written in a long time. Kind of like a poem story. And I revised it! I noticed a couple things I wanted to fix up, and now look, I wrote a better ending! (I think so at least.) It was suppose to be Irvine's feelings towards Selphie down the "path of life" when he meets up with the gang. He was pretty deep if you thought about it. Or at least that's how I felt. I know this is a bit extreme, but it has more depth that way.