Last night, you held my hand.
You talked to me about how
your life is going on right now.
You told me the days when I was
reachable to you was the happiest
days you ever had.

Am I distant now?
Did I ever leave your side?
Was I the one who disappeared
without saying why?
Am I not the one who waited
for a year for a text, a chat,
a reason to quiet my thoughts?

Anyway, you also sang to me,
it never fails to make me melt.
You really know that music
is the way to my heart.

But why is it that when you
sang my favorite song,
I felt my heart crumbling to pieces?
Maybe it's because my heart
knows it's not real, that everything
that's happening right now, everything
that has happened was just a
product of my lonely imagination.

You squeezed my hand so tight
and that's what you always do
when you are about to say goodbye
then you looked at me in the eyes
like you never want to let go.

But you did.
You did.
You did.

I only see you in my dreams,

*and maybe that's the best I will get.

i.* Today I went to the salon
with my friends
and we got our nails painted.

ii. I chose pink because
looked good on me.
It's my favorite.

iii. Remember when you said
you hate it and that it made
your eyes hurt then after
that, I hid every pink thing
I ever owned.

iv. I was left empty.
I felt incomplete.

v. I regretted doing that.

vi. Also today,
I passed my exam.

vii. It was a great distraction
to stop me from thinking
about it all.

And I love the fact
that you seem so
in love with my voice,

when I truth is that
I am the one
so in love with yours
(actually with you)

And everytime I hear your voice,
it makes me thankful
that I decided to stay.

I looked at your eyes when
you saw me for the first time
after the longest time
and it has this sparkle
I've never seen before.

Maybe I never looked at you hard enough,
or maybe you were as surprised as I am
or maybe that's what happens
when you miss someone so much,
when you see them, a flame ignites within you.

Whatever the reason is,
I'm glad I saw you.
I'm glad you held my hand.
I'm glad we talked.
I'm glad you walked me home.
I'm glad I met you.

I hope you too.

I hope this is not the last.

You remind me of  mountains,
the kind of scenery
people tell stories about.

You remind me of rivers,
shallow when you're above,
but the moment you step and walk,
it suddenly deepens.

You remind me of bicycles,
the thing that needs falling
before learning.
The thing you can never forget.

You remind me of my old favorite song,
a part of you is always familiar.

You remind me of a lot of things.

I wonder if I remind you of something.
Is it a good thing?
a good memory?

I hope so.

I miss you.