We had a story. It was so realistic, we actually believed it was going to happen. We just had to wait, be patient. You’d read the story to me all the time, every time we saw each other we spoke about the story, discussed the possibilities. What would happen next? That’s what made it exciting. Until the next chapter came. The chapter where you left me. Left me on my own, no one to love me, no one to share my dreams with. I knew then, our story had came to an end. Not all stories have a happy ending, brace yourself for that.

justinbieberthinks:

We laugh at each other’s retarded jokes:

We like to make weird faces in class:

We like to dance to our favorite songs:

We don’t care if we eat like pigs in front of each other:

We hate the same people:

We like the same people:

We have each other’s backs:

We’re too cool for everyone else so we have each other:

I love my best friend:

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