Well, the time passed and now we’re behaving as foreigns.
This situation sucks. Too much.
I still remember our first look. You were walking very fast, I don’t know why…Maybe you were looking forward to seeing your friends after the holidays. And I was there, in my little and unknown area, watching you and (especially) your weird hair.
That was the thing that mostly impressed me. A boy with pink hair…Ok.
You, suddenly, turned your head towards me and I got a shiver.
Your eyes were shining, I’m sure. Nothing could shine more than your eyes in that perfect moment.
At the beginning I thought: “This guy is crazy! How can he goes around the city with that hair?”
But everytime someone said (and says) ‘pink’, I automatically think of you.
Now you’re changed, probably everything we got changed. And it’s not fair!
I miss you. I miss every single moment we had. Especially our endless looks. I loved them, only you could make me feel in that way. And now everything disappeared. Just come back, come back to me and look at me in the way only you can do. Because I miss you.