I know you.
We’ve met a few times.
Do you remember when I was laying around at night on my bed wondering what tomorrow would bring?
Do you remember me–in one fuzzy night after going to a party, having the best night of my life–talking endlessly to you just because I was so happy?
Do you remember that time when I sat on the beach with no one around but you, thinking if I could stay there all day?
Do you remember that night when I was with her, walking her to her house and thinking how happy I was with her?
Do you remember when I have no words to say to her, looking at each other’s eyes and smiling, and yet we’re just so comfortable with you around?
Do you remember that it was you instead of her, that answered my question?
Do you remember that time I let a tear falling on my face after I left a piece of my heart in that city where I met her?
Do you… remember me?
I guess not.
You were with other people too, right?
Maybe next time we meet, you’ll remember and we can catch up about the old days.
*featured image taken from Pinterest