Whiskey I [m.yg]

5.

I loved sitting with you and your friends.

You were always interesting.

I never felt bored.

Somehow, I always found myself smiling at you and looking away when we made eye contact.

I remember that one day when you skipped school.

The table felt empty.

That day was empty.

I wished I knew where you lived. I wanted to check up on you so bad, but that didn't happen.

I had to wait until the day after that to ask you if everything was okay.

You didn't have a fever and your throat sure as hell wasn't infected.

You looked sad and for the first time in weeks, I felt sad too.

You always managed to effortlessly make me happy.

You also always managed to effortlessly make me sad.

I know you didn't mean to, but whatever you felt, I felt it ten times harder.

If you were happy, I'd be ten times happier, because I would know you were completely okay. I got to see your smile, and that, itself, made me fly.

If you were sad, I'd be ten times sadder, not just because I couldn't help you out, but also because it oddly, physically hurt me.