Journal 6

Prompt 3


I used to sit on the side of the road with you.

I used to lay into your chest, laughing at the people walking by.

We used to talk about them, you and I.


I used to feel love for you as if you were my brother,

You used to foster our platonic love.

You used to never want me to feel pain or sadness.


We used to walk around Old Town,

We used to giggle secrets into each other’s ears.

You used to always smile when you were with me.


I used to pour my heart out to you.

You used to care.

You used to tell me we would be friends forever.


I used to believe it.