That you and I from the past... did it ever existed?
A love that you can feel
but never touch
never go back to it
but somehow... you can remember it...
"Hi... It's me again," someone picking up the call was heard from behind.
It was time to move.
He turned around. The breeze impacted on his face, demolishing all his hair, as he breaks the queue's harmony by walking to the right. Even when the bus had just stopped, he peacefully walked to the contrary side of the street and earned a few curious glances from the people around. Wasn't he supposed to take that bus?
A claxon sounded as he made it to the other side.
"Oh, wait... shit... no, all alright. I am at the street... A car almost bumped into me though."
He walked around the roundabout, seeing the buses sliding up and down through the bridge. The air has turned fresh and filled on melancholy.
And he? He kept on walking.
"I didn't tell you this... But I've got an email from him recently."
Leaving the roundabout, his shoes found their way to certain pavement... Everything becoming more familiar to his eyes, the streets painted in orange, that same old small shop...
"After years of trying to be the whole opposite... I... I don't know if you could understand it but just listening my name from his lips threw everything I built to the trash."
He smiled, getting deeper into that old neighborhood.
"I missed him..."
The bright sky's walls...
"But then... who I am now should be the correct thing, right?"
Yeah...
A park, with so many of their games missing now. But... oh, damnit. Those swings were still intact, eh? What a terrible trick. With its chains broken and one of the sits tangled on the rusty pipe.
Yeah, just like he remembered them.
"I convinced myself that what we had always been wrong."
Funny how that works...
"And it's not only about him but about me as well."
The sun was setting down...
"Sometimes I close my eyes, and the images seem from another life. I see myself, doing and saying things that I could never say today."
Mr. Barney's house...
"Back then, I didn't even know what those things were, I was oblivious of my ignorance."
It was closer with every step...
"Love? At eighteen years old? Today I can not imagine Sunny that way, I can't imagine she lives the way I did, falling so in love for that person to become your whole existence. I just... I feel bad thinking this way, cause he was once my all, but was that really love or am I remembering it all wrongly?"
That one mailbox in where they left all of their letters... He could remember the shine in her eyes whenever she'd find one, wanting to hide it so deeply like he was unable to see it. It didn't matter though, his lips would raise in the most treacherous way whenever their eyes connected, too. Both were hypnotized back then...
She did not remember wrongly...
"I can't... I don't even think I can remember all those places we were in."
Those places they made theirs.
The daisies hugging him like he was in home again. The petals pinking his fingertips as he kept walking. It brought tickling to his whole body.
"That house... Will it still exist?"
Which one...? The one in front of them now?
He looked at his right. The flowers garden intact, precious as he with fear perceived when he was fifteen. Its yellow, white, pink, and lilac petals growing abundantly, almost reaching the height of his waist. He insisted in looking afar and saw that... that white painted construction, filled on the characteristics scratches and scrapes everywhere.
He smiled, and kept walking.
"I don't want to remember it... But it do it."
"Of course you do it, love."
~Remember the way you made me feel, such young love but something in me knew that it was real frozen in my head...~
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