I remember the sunshine in your eyes and the pale moonlight on your skin and the only thought in my head would be, "Am I dreaming? Is he really here?."

It's been four months since I last saw you. Four months since I've heard your voice. Four months since I last touched you. Four months since my heart broke apart.

I remember first seeing you, under the shelter of our school. You sat right in from of me and asked for my name and introduced yourself to me.

I remember being alone with you, blanketed by the stars, and our own bubble of comfort. You would ask me every time we met, "When can I see you again?"

But I couldn't live in the shadows and in the world we created for ourselves. I couldn't look at you and not be irrevocably in love. I couldn't be with you one day and be without you for months on end only to come up for air when your arm is around my waist.

For six years there was love and for six years there were secrets. For six years you fooled yourself and for six years, you made a fool of me.

We were kids hoping for happy endings that never came with an expiry date. God forbid we still hope for it now. But knowing you was my blessing, and having my love was yours.

You said to me that there were things we just couldn't change, that there was no point in pursuing what we wanted. You said to me that our hope was a fool's errand and that our denial was a temporary bliss.

I said to you that I couldn't decide if I wanted to punch you in the face or kiss you. I said to you that we could still be friends. But how do you befriend a rose with thorns for petals and how do you befriend the person who had your love most.

You were the saviour of my soul and the thorn in my heart. My only regret is I never kissed you and your only regret is that you didn't fight for us.

I still wear that ring you gave me in a warm September afternoon. Once I take it off, it'll be over. Irreversibly over.