The Photographer.

"I miss you so badly. Your scent, your hair. It's longer. Now you look like one true emo rock dude. Just how I like it. That shirt I got you, do you still wear it? I miss playing with your DSLR, you taking shots of me. Us killing time puffing what you call, fags, at Railway Mall. Your torn shoes, your ZARA jeans I've always wanted. Why do you have to leave my dear friend? So much for saying, "Never a day will I leave you."


You're always online. I check on you all the time. I know you do the same. Jason told me. But, no way am I talking to you first. Get that. And I know, ego plus ego. It never works.