My August.
Many moons away, it rained wildly on an august.
And I loved you that day, and forever.
And for once, when we intertwined our fingers on that august, I remember you so vividly beautiful.
And I can still remember how your voice sounded like when it calls me.
How you looked at me when you hate me.
How you followed my trails of footsteps in a heavy rain.
How you ran away from me, how I never chased you down.
We grew up.
I grew up.
And I'm a few more years older than you now.
It rained wildly on an august. Soaked with memories of what once us, now gone. Of what once us, now me.
