He’s like a ghost to me. Eve when he’s not even near me I can feel his presence, his soul’s touch inside my mind.
I got over him, or at least, I think I did, but it seems to me that everywhere I go, he’s there to, haunting me.
He makes my life miserable, in so many ways, but even though I don’t hate him.
I can’t help myself from thinking about the times when we were friends, good friends and, at a certain point, more than just friends. I can’t stop my heart from beating faster and faster when he walks right by me at the school grounds and looks straight at me, or when his eyes stare at mine, just like he was trying to read my thoughts.
Now, I see him like a ghost because right now, he’s just a mere reflection of the boy that he used to be, a long time ago. He’s a ghost because the part of him that I used to love is now dead, but it keeps haunting me, day by day.
He’s that one ghost that I would like to bring back to life. I wanted to be able to grab him, hold him in my arms, I wanted to be able to take his hand and lead back on to the right way again.
But again, he’s a ghost, and he’s now in a place where I cannot reach him, and every time I try, he keeps slipping right through my empty hands.
Z, you’re alive and well, but, deep down, you’re an errant spirit, you’re as good as dead, because you don’t really exist in my world anymore.
You’re gone! And one day so will I be gone.
But not for now.
