I breakdown in the middle of the day every time I see something brown because it reminds me of your eyes. I can’t look at any one who wears flannel because it reminds me of you and your favorite flannel shirt. I can’t look at my camera and click pictures because my love for photography was inspired by your passion for it. I can’t talk about the universe or dark matter or sky or anything celestial because they were the topics that I only talked with you. Every time I see a person with spectacles, I can’t help but remember that I’ve only seen you once without yours and even that memory is hazy. Every time my mother drags me to a temple or someone asks me to pray for them, I can’t because you took away that faith in God and replaced it with rational thinking. Every time a guy talks to me I can’t help but compare it with the conversations I had with you at midnight.
— i wish you didn’t affect me like this but you do and i wish you were more then my friend but you aren’t // JustScribbledWords