i remember that night, that bar, that street..
you haven`t changed in these six years at all.
we were lovers, friends, siblings, members of one cartel.
more than that. more than worlds and words can express.

so much had happened, so much had not.
but probably i am the happiest, because now it is your turn.
for those, who waited for the ones, making all the mistakes.

we are going to be the hell best.
with a little of tequila, fear, beauty and strength.

i still love herbs, shea butter, wine colour and fluffy things.
but black masks and tattoes to cover the scars on the wrist.
they just ain`t go away. but everything, everyone other, does.

changing the rings like spades.
i always had my eyes for you only.
because.
everyone needs a best friend.

to spoil all the secrets,
to plot all the schemes,
to ask for when money run dry.)

they say, the best friend is the one who would hate someone just because you do.
and i know that you would take my war if i wanted to. without any second thought.
you are the only one person in this damned world, i can ever trust with my life.

i will always do.
i will always love you. like forever.

like those tattoes, curved so deep you can`t take them down.
i remember that scar, you bladed me. i keep it since then.
means more, than every diamond ring you will give me.

honestly.