Ripping the contents of old jotters, diaries and letters,
The girl was reminded of the memories stored behind those written words,
Tear marked stains,
Each flick of the wrist needed,
To jot them onto those white-lined canvases.
Years go past, and that girl returns to the place where she belonged.
{d.r.}
It's okay, give it some time and you'll soon forget them all. They'll forget you too.
Even that person...
Time to delete you from my life just like the way I deleted our memories in my phone.
I guess this will really be my last time crying over you.
I should have stopped earlier,
I should have seen better.
{d.r.}
"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.
To be with him, I'd withstand all opposing parties,
To make him happy, I'd hug his pain away,
To ease his days, I'll take my chances.
His smile wash my worries away,
His words comfort my soul,
Little sweet moments that we share,
are so precious to me.
My best friend, my love,
Will you be my future?
I can't promise to be there forever,
But as long as we're together,
I promise to stand next to him,
Holding his hands.
{d.r.}
