All of them

We make friends and we lose them. Here's to evryone who means a lot to me. Or who did mean a lot to me at some point.

To ____, who grew up with me, who is the only one remaining from back then. I still tell you everything.

To ______, who changed after she met me. Twice. I saw you break. I'm breaking the same way now, but I just handle it better. My favourite person. Luv ya :)

To ______. You were the same as me. Nice to have you back :)

To ______. Thank you for the vices :) And the music. I don't tell you everything anymore, but you're still you and I still understand.  

To __. Forty man. All the times we've mourned know most whats in my head. What would I do without you?

To ___. Thank you for not judging me. Not aloud in any case. I know you're not like me.

To ______. You'll watch out for me and I'll watch out for you. No matter how little we have in common.

_____. A random beautiful thing happened last December that I'm still paying for. Faster than friendships move, and I lost you in the middle of March.



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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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