Jet black hair.
Olive skin.
Soft lips.
The cutest acne soiled cheeks.
Earthy brown eyes, full of love and hurt.
I want to help you but i don't know how... I want to love you but i don't know if you're capable of feeling it... I want to save you from all that hurt but i don't think you can save someone that doesn't want to be saved.
If i didn't sit down next to you that night i wouldn't be writing this, i might not have even talked to you at all and i would've left the city within the following days. But i am writing this. For whatever reason, you reached out that night. We were strangers and now one month later i feel like I've known you my entire life. I know everything about you, i admire everything about you and everything you've ever been through and continue to go through on a daily basis. I know you struggle, i also know you're strong... or think you're stronger than you really are. I've seen you cry, i know your pain. I know you don't mean to hurt anyone when in reality you do, and i know that you might not know any better. I haven't known you for a long time and for all i know i might not get to know you for much longer. Nobody knows how this world works but we know that it works in mysterious ways, and me meeting you wasn't just a simple coincidence. I think we both know that. Once strangers now... whatever we are. And whatever that is, i'm here for you always, even when we're not in the same vicinity - i'm there with you. Every step of the way. 好きだよ.