"A Boring World Where the Concept of Dirty Jokes Doesn’t Exist"
For the first part of the gif.
Detail zu Shimoneta to Iu Gainen ga Sonzai Shinai Taikutsu na Sekai
I already dated my dream girl. Childhood best friend... she's a selfish bitch and likes to disappear from peoples lives, but I still love her and dream about her often... Not even sexually, just getting to see her and have coffee or dinner. Or just talk. I just want my friend back, man. It's not even like we had differences or fought. she just up and disappeared. I did everything for her and regret nothing. Still the best period of time in my life... When you hold your someone like that, the whole world is in your arms, and you never forget.
feels bad man, but the good is like a ******* lighthouse.
I don't dream about her much, thankfully, I forgotten what her face looked like, she wasn't a childhood friend, but a friend for nearly 6 years. She disappeared, too, but she said she had depression, which could be ******** , but I don't care, if she came back tomorrow, I'd forgive her. I could act wild and free, totally stupid around her, she loved me for who I am.
We talked a lot over Facebook, and it's kinda sad, but I had a dream about chatting with her on Facebook, about random ******** .
Exactly. Just miss.... everything. The mundane. Because when you love someone like that, the mundane is beautiful.
If she came back tomorrow even now, it's been five yeard, ten of "us" id take her back as my closest friend. I'm Married now, so I can't and won't because of my kids let her be that again, but I would, will. And do love her. But she's family in a way Noone else can ever be. Too far for a sister, too close for a friend. I miss her every single night, without fail. I still remember her face and voice, I remember every time we went out, every date, every night we spent, as incredible as that is.
I remember how happy I felt, telling her I loved her.
I remember telling her that a weight had been lifted.
I remember all the dumb, random caps conversations we'd have, about nothing.
Random ******** , sometimes FNaF, sometimes Dramatical Murder, homo stuff, dumb stuff, I didn't care, I was talking to her.
I used to use Vocaroo and sing her her favorite songs.
I used to listen to some songs for hours on end to learn the lyrics, because she liked them, and she liked my singing.
It's still hard to listen to "She's Always a Woman" by Billy Joel, because it was one of her favorites, and it describes her to a ******* T.
She left one time, for a long time, I remember how my heart fluttered when she came back.
I was so happy, I felt....good, she made me feel....good.
But she's gone again, she's on the other side of the world, and I've got no way of knowing if she's dead, has no way of communicating, if she hates me, I don't know, and that's the worst part.