For some reason, you told me that the world would change if I looked at it from your way.
For some reason, you called me a friend.
For some reason, we experienced more than one serene moment together, where emotions could not be defined, and the only reason for our smiles was each other.
When nights are cold.
When amidst everyone's laughter, mine dies.
When words seem like nothing more than an element of the past.
When inspirational flight just blocks out the light instead.
When the world stops spinning.
We'll believe in that reason. And that reason will make what was once between us our future.