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I’ve always had this thought, Will you remember me? I tried to please you, In my ways, With tiny gifts, The ones I thought, Clumsily, Would make your lovely heart Vibrate. Little, innocent jokes, Here and there, That would make Your cute laugh fly high, In the skies, Chasing happy birds. Recurring stories, Built together, One word said And I'd know, Your smile would shine, And light me up... Creating memories, Exploring wonders, Unplanned trips, In foreign places, That got us excited for days, And we’d speak about forever. We built connection, Created depth, Spent hours repainting life, Over bright seas, Burning under the moon. Sometimes I wonder, If I simply wasn’t Too selfish. The sheer passion I felt, Seeing your ojitos beaming, A truly mystical feeling, Unmatched to this day. Now I see you Doing great, Following your wonders, Chasing bright skies, What a delightful sight. Still, I can’t help but wonder, If I’ll ever make it, To your safe Cosy diary. You’ve filled mine, And surely The ones to come, My pen probably knows you, More than I do. But a fool still hopes, That in the memory Of your life, I’ll have at least A tiny line.
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC
And I Wonder
I’ve always had this thought, Will you remember me? I tried to please you, In my ways, With tiny gifts, The ones I thought, Clumsily, Would make your lovely heart Vibrate. Little, innocent jokes, Here and there, That would make Your cute laugh fly high, In the skies, Chasing happy birds. Recurring stories, Built together, One word said And I'd know, Your smile would shine, And light me up... Creating memories, Exploring wonders, Unplanned trips, In foreign places, That got us excited for days, And we’d speak about forever. We built connection, Created depth, Spent hours repainting life, Over bright seas, Burning under the moon. Sometimes I wonder, If I simply wasn’t Too selfish. The sheer passion I felt, Seeing your ojitos beaming, A truly mystical feeling, Unmatched to this day. Now I see you Doing great, Following your wonders, Chasing bright skies, What a delightful sight. Still, I can’t help but wonder, If I’ll ever make it, To your safe Cosy diary. You’ve filled mine, And surely The ones to come, My pen probably knows you, More than I do. But a fool still hopes, That in the memory Of your life, I’ll have at least A tiny line.
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC
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