Patrizio Davide

I hope you don’t regret us. I pushed it all down, but never away. No one heard us speak, yet we said everything. I thought we were certain— I took us for granted, and loving you became heavier than I knew. If we could meet in the middle, leave the past behind, maybe I’d feel weightless again— high all the time. Would you come with me? I never meant to hurt you. I chased my goals, not knowing I was leaving you behind. You were my best friend. We could’ve been enough, even without the world watching. So tell me— is it okay if I call when I feel alone? @Obessedwithhim🫧 (Based on song; You get me so high) #Patrizio's prepective —The riverbank flows with effortless ease—the one place where our thoughts were free to drift. We used to wonder where it led, whether its journey ever truly ended or simply circled back on itself. Those were the questions we asked together, though no easy answers ever came. —Even on the coldest nights, we’d sit and stare, searching the world for meaning, and somehow that searching is what brought us together. Now my only regret is losing you—losing *us*, and the rare thing we had that felt more real than anything else. All I have left is the echo of your voice, a lingering trance shaped by stories I hear from others. —Just give me some kind of sign—anything—to tell me you’re still here.