I was looking at old pictures and I realized how often my life changed. I don't recognize myself on those pictures, but I wish I would. I know I was happy back then. I was stupid, innocent and naive. And I liked it that way. I didn't really have problems in general, I was taking it easy and I was alone. And then I met people, a whole bunch of people. Each more different and special than the other, they are special. They are different. And at some periods of time, some came, some left. And without even realizing it, they've change who I was. They probably felt like they had to change who I was because they didn't know me. Apparently, people will never be able to understand me, or they will never put the effort or the courage. I know myself now, I'm not hiding anything. I am sorry if I seem more complicated or more simple than you, but everybody is different. I realized that a long time ago, and I learned to accept life. There will be things that I'll never understand and things that I'll never forget, and somehow regret.
There will always be that girl I once met, she was crazy and weird, but interesting and charming. She was young and immature, yet captivating, funny and schemer.
There will always be that guy I once could tell everything, from my biggest fear to my hardest tears. He was there for me and I was there for him; he was my accomplice.
There will always be this girl, this mental case girl, with whom I once had so much laughs. She was unique; contradictory but sensible, annoying but funny, loony but cultured. She was always changing her minds and opinions, but she've always been loyal to me.
There will always be that guy I once met randomly. He knew what was anger and violence. He knew what was friendship and loyalty. We both knew how to party and how to laugh. We both knew what were secrets and respect.
There will always be that guy I once met, he looked distant and a little bit anti-sociable. When we hung out, I met trust and fun. I met in him loyalty, comfort and cheerfulity. We were a kind of reflection of the other. We were also the support of each other.
There will always be that girl, I should say there will always be the girl. The girl that was often far, but always near. The girl that was so funny and that would always go too far, which was, to my surprise, making it funnier. The one who believed, the one I believed. The only person to whom I gave the title. The girl that was able of making me do the most crazy stuffs. The girl who showed me how to say no. The girl who always pushed me and approved me. The girl who trusted me for trusting her. The girl with the thousand stories. The girl with the wills and the principles. The girl with different thoughts. The girl with the funniest laughs. The girl with the cigarettes. The girl with the glue spots. The girl with the biggest pees. The girl with the goldensuit. The blond girl. The brown girl. The black girl. The girl with the words. The girl with the ears. The girl with the heart. The girl with the feelings. The girl with the fears. The girl I admired the most. The girl I appreciated the most. The girl I wanted to talk the most. The girl I wanted to be happy the most. The girl I needed the most.
It changed. It's bad, cause I thought it worth it. Life is life, and I guess that you'll be doing fine. I'll always care about you and do whatever you'll feel like. I never fought and I care. I wish you good. I wish we would have seen it the same way. I wish skyblog didn't exist. I wish you understood me. I wish you cared too. My god what have we done to us..?
If someone ever see me on my road, please remind me to avoid people.
PS: There is also this other girl I once met, who really has wonderful points of view and a passion for relationships. A girl who found a true friend to whom she can tell everything and that won't leave. But I wish she would understand that what makes her feel better will not be the same for everybody. Everybody is different, and everybody has feelings...