In our naïve, young days, we all had things worth remembering from our youth, whether big or small.
We went from strangers to friends, then from familiar to falling apart.
Do you remember saying you wanted to be with me?
I firmly said no.
It was only so you would remember me deeply.
In the end, we went our separate ways. I was the only one left, watching the past grow quiet in the flood of time.
