Please remember me once more.
Can we just both go back to those days, those days when I grab your hand and just walk away from the group? Talk about how your day went, talk about the most random things. I miss those days when we try to hide from your father because he didn’t want you to have a boyfriend but when the time came when he saw us together, holding hands, you didn’t let go of me and just introduce me to him, that day I would never forget. Finally, someone stood up for me.
I love how you talked to me like everything seems final. I love how, back then, I could relax ‘cause at the end of the day, it’s you waiting for me. I love how you didn’t care about everyone talking about us. I love how my parents always asked about you during dinner and how you would always tell me how enthusiastic your relatives are to meet me.
I miss your smile that greets me every time our eyes meet. I miss your tiny hands and how you wouldn’t care about how my sweaty hands were and just hold them tight.
Remember the time when we sat beside each other during a field trip? You held my hand so tight and told me you would never let go. You never let go, I did. And I’m sorry but I want you to know that I miss every bit of you. Now, I just want you back but I guess you’ve already forgotten the reason you loved me before.
