i love how you play along with my bad ideas,
before you grow up and realize they're bad ideas.

(and in our times together, i had many many bad ideas)

These lives, I personally thought, were weird and just all over the place. I recall two times in which i regret pulling you into my troublemaking ways, no matter how much I loved how you played along with my bad ideas.

In one life, you were 17 and I was 19. You were a senior in high school and I was a college sophomore. We'd met at a rave, Sunrise, when you were 15 and I was 17. Both of us were still in high school. In this lifetime, you and I only knew each other for two years but it was great. We bonded over everything and eventually became best friends. At some point in our friendship, it even became more than that. No strings attached, but that was just on your side. You didn't have to know that my strings have been attached to you for as long as I can remember. Our more-than-friendship-less-than-relationship relationship never bothered our friendship and no matter how far we got with each other, we didn't seemed bothered by it.

Then one day, you told me you got yourself a boyfriend and you had absolutely no idea how angry I was that day. My umma had given me a good lecture (also including some yelling and cursing in my ear, smacking me on the side of my head and many other painful things) because I instinctively punched a hole through my wall. That's how angry i was when I found out. The next months were even worse. You'd talked to me less and less and it was the worst thing I had experienced in a while. You were way more occupied with your boyfriend that you were completely ignoring me, yo