"Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember,
The people we used to be...
It's even harder to picture,
That you're not here next to me."
I stood up and leant against the wall. "Payphone - Maroon 5" playing in the background. Those words, crawling its way to the back of my mind, forcing its way to stay there.
I still remember. Our memories. Our time. I remembered your face, your smiling blue eyes, when I had confessed to you for the very first time. I remember, wanting you to understand me, to see my burning love. I remembered you opening my letter, and running up to your friends, curious of whom the letter could belong to. I remembered when you approached me, 2 days afterwards, and your sweet lips uttering the words which I had been wanting to hear all those years ago. I remember, drops of water descending from my forehead, my face ruby red, thinking it was all a dream. I remember you, being just as nervous as I was, stuttering through your words.
"...I love you too."
I've never felt so alive, hearing those 3 words. My tiredness, worries, anxiousness, anger, sadness...all disappeared. You figured out that it was me, the one that had been too cowardly to approach you.
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