one day

Maybe one fine day as you’re eating in Simpang Bedok, you will think of me, think of us and think about the past, just as how I now think of you and all that we did, all that we did.

I don’t know if I love you anymore because I don’t feel the same way anymore, just a deep sense of tenderness and a vault of memories. All that we did, it’s all gone now. All of it was so transient yet the both of us, for a brief moment in our lives, thought it would last forever. I think about the memories and I feel nothing but a deep sense of tenderness, followed by grief. And then when I blink again and return to reality, all is sane and calm, and then I blank out and stone for a while. Nothing is the same as before, nothing will ever be.

“The most beautiful love story remains in memories.” – Shin

And I will never forget how I once loved a boy so deeply. I once loved you, so much, more than you would ever know. I loved you, always and forever, forever and a day. Everything has changed though. Nothing is the same now. I might miss you when I do alone the things we used to do together. I don’t know if I will, but I know that sometimes I think about you somehow. And maybe one day you will do too.