Sixteen.

I find myself remembering, my sixteenth year of life. It seemed like we were the only people in the world, driving home at so late at night. That’s when most of our conversations happened, discussing the future, life and the unknown. The things that scared us, the things we loved, We’d always come to a conclusion all our own: You'd stare at me with your green eyes, and then you'd smirk and say, "We’ll help each other through". Well where are you now? How will I get through today? I need some help right now. Life leaves me speechless and without a clue. My heart's still in pieces.. What I wouldn’t give to love someone as much as I loved you. I feel like I'm unfixable, like my heart is stitched up tight. I feel like I'm uncapable of love, even if I tried, with all my might.