♡; If there is a next time, meet me in Amsterdam.
We met in Amsterdam in a very cold and lonely night. You were sitting alone in a park and I was crying on the fountain next to it. You approached me and asked me why I was crying. I asked you why you were sitting all alone here. We both found out that we tried to take our own lives on the same day. And ever since that encounter we stayed right next to eachother. You were there for me when I needed you the most, and I was there when you needed me the most. You'd leave gifts on my doorstep when you knew I didn't want to talk to anyone. You were there. You really were there for me . Until you weren't. Just like a star in the night sky that died and faded away right after, you were gone. And I still wait for you. On sunny days and on rainy nights, I look out the window. Hope still lingering in my heart. You'd comeback right? On desperate nights, I visit the park in hopes of seeing you there, sitting alone. But no, the park gradually becomes filled with people and I would sc