Helpless.

I miss those days when you were right next to me.

 When I wasn't able to recognize that I loved you. 

When I wasn't able to realize that you wouldn't be near to me forever. 

The days when I said a lot of things I didn't mean and that happened because I couldn't let me be myself because of you. 

And then I turned into a liar because of you. 

I turned myself in the way I thought you would like. But you nerver did, anyways. 

I miss those days when you were right next to me. 

And now I search for you in everyone I meet. 

I search for your habits.

 I look for your mind.

 And I want your reckless talks and flirts. 

I can't help but to be in love with you. For five years. It was no one else. Never. Ever.