Your me
Someone asked me why didn't it work out? If you were soo in love. I didn't have enough words to describe it. Because in the back of my head the thought that it didn't work out because I didn't let it work out haunted me. But we knew why it didn't. Then I started the usual song and dance of how well it worked out. I remember love and what it was to be loved when I think of you. I remember my love for writing when I think of you. I remember falling in love with a language that I was soo familiar with in your love letters, poems and confessions to me. I remember reveling in the thrill of romance through the curve of your penmanship. I remember the thrum of my blood when your words used to jostle my brain cells with dopamine. I remember re-learning passion through your favourite topics. I remember you brimming with excitement seeing your favourite people. I remember loving tea through the rim of your glasses, and then leaving it for occasions now because how dare it ...