Loss.

One time, I went to a party.

Everyone got high, except me.

Somehow or another, I ended up next to him as he ever so sweetly offered me some.

I politely declined, then told him his eyes were much prettier when he was high.

I also mentioned how much sweeter he was.

He then apologized for his rudeness and we hugged it out.

He said something along the lines of having a tendency to be rude to beautiful girls.

Every day after that, he said something nice.

He ate his chocolate covered peanut at the same time as me, cause I was always afraid I'd choke on stage.

He promised me he'd save me if I did.

Death is rough.

Especially, when it's you.

I close my eyes and all I see is his face, with his big brown eyes that I had to look up to.