memories of our past

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You ended up staying at my house one night because you said that your home just wasn't a home for you.

I wanted to ask you why but you switched the conversation to quickly for me to even process your words. When the night got later and our minds got hazier we started to open up.

You asked me questions endlessly, your fingers playing in my curls and me lying on your chest. I felt safe and comfortable. You told me that you wanted to be in the sky, and I asked what you meant.

All I remember was you stopping everything and staring down at me, I was sure I could see the sadness and pain in your eyes but I was too tired to say anything. That was my mistake and I'll never forgive myself. You told me how you wished you could be yourself, I was baffled.

I had sat up, and stared at you. You weren't yourself? Everything you said made me question you as a person, because everything you said was always deeper than you led on to be.

You told me that night, while I was hugging your torso, and your arms were wrapped around me, "Maybe I'll stay a little longer for you." I fell asleep too soon. Maybe if I asked more questions I could have answered you when you needed me the most.