You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.

I kinda miss the bond we shared. I mean, who wouldn't miss that comfortable feeling with a person? Where we could talk for hours about everything, anything, and not have a problem with the ankward silence in the middle. Can't forget all the ridiculous stuff we did and suppose to do. Stupid or not, everything was just so fun. Endless nights, real talks, the "remember whens", I remember it all. And it's funny what life does, how it could just give you things and take it away after some time. I really can't get it out of my mind that you grow distant from people and that good things come to an end sooner or later. But along the way, I learned one good thing about life; it goes on, You just gotta pick yourself up and learn to keep up.