Remember the times when we were actually happy with each other? Remember when we used to steal glances at one another and secretly smile when we thought nobody was watching? Remember when we used to talk for hours and goodbyes were something we always dreaded?
Remember when you used to leave me offline messages telling me how much you missed me, and then send me goodnight messages right before I go to bed? Remember when I used to call you but because I’ve always had bad timing, you’d answer the phone in that groggy voice that always made me feel lightheaded? Remember how I’d always feel guilty and would apologize profusely, but you would always reassure me that it was fine and we would talk to each other until my mum starts yelling in the background and I grudgingly said “talk to you later”?
Remember all those times you hugged me so tightly that I honestly thought you never wanted to let go? Remember all those times you suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gave me that smile that never failed to make my knees go weak, and just to finish it off you’d say “hi” so softly that I felt as though I would simply melt into oblivion?
Remember all those times you’d laughed at me for being klutzy but instead of feeling self-conscious, I would just be happy that out of everyone, it was you who noticed? Remember all those times you apologized, not because you were wrong or even at fault, but because you felt that our r/s was worth more than your pride?
...i don't know how to handles these feelings anymore.