Do you remember?
How you were the first to make me feel loved.
"Hana!"
You came running to me, beaming with that eye smile of yours.
You placed the small yellow can down on the table. I took it happily.
I shot a small smile back to you as a gesture of gratitude. You took it happily.
"You're welcome."
You took a seat opposite me, laying your chin upon your crossed arms on the table.
I looked up from my can, my lips parting from the metal rim.
"Why do you like lemonade so much?"
I pondered for a while before taking out a pen.
My hand laid down upon the paper, writing out my thoughts.
It's sweet...and sour at the same time.
"You like that?"
I nodded.
The corners of your lips curved upwards gently. I held the yellow can in my hand, sipping out of it occasionally.
The afternoon was slightly humid. The classroom was quiet during lunch break.
That had left only you and me.
"Hana." You mumbled.
My lips parted the metal rim yet again, feeling my lips being coated with the fizzy liquid.
"I love you."
Your words flowed out, giving me the butterflies yet again.
I felt the cool liquid slip down my lips and pool at my tongue.
I gulped it down, staring into your warming orbs.
And just like that, I tasted the refreshing sourness amongst your sweet words.
