the things that i remember

hey,

Do you...

Do you remember the first time we met? The very first time I saw you up close. It was like looking at an angel. Such ethereal beauty. It was astonishing to think that you weren't born of mythical blood. It would've made sense.

When I saw the way your lips curved everytime you smiled. I knew I had fallen. I fell hard. Your smile was an image I couldn't dare erase. It was etched deep within my brain.

Your eyes were like a kaleidescope. Mesmerizing and hard to look away from. It was like you were unconsciously casting a spell on me. And yet I willingly accepted the enchantment.

Laughter that belonged to you was music to my ears. Sounds that were permanently ingrained in my being. A song that could easily overthrow the rest. One that was unlike any other.

The way you'd dance as if you were the last person on earth. Not caring about anything. Being absolutely at peace with yourself. How I longed to be a part of your world.

Seeing you cry would send stings gushing down my heart and later flowing through my veins. It'd turn me hostile to whoever tries to hurt you. The sight of you even shedding a tear would make me undeniably crazy.

I remember how you'd draw on other people to relieve stress or nervousness. You'd draw absolutely anything. Stars. Flowers. Planets. Anything to take the negative feelings away.

Everytime I see you, you'd always have a speck of paint on a part of your clothing or body. Your hair. Your pants, once blue, but now shifting to purple.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving. I had no choice. I didn't want to leave. I was forced. I'm so sorry. Please. Please forgive me. I love you. I still love you. I never stopped. I'm sorry. Please.

I love you.