I used to blame myself for not appreciating your presence enough, you know, those evenings we spent together that I thought we will never run out of, those messages you composed and sent me when I’m asleep, those random calls that you made just to say it’s 2.24am. I wish I had videotaped those moments, and remind myself this is how happy a person can make me feel and I’ll never settle down for any lesser. I remember every single detail about us that there is no space left for anything new, my mind is still filled with you. At one point when I was laughing so hard with him, I thought I finally got rid of you, and everything you ever did to me, your every touch, your promises, the sight of you lying in my arms, everything that made these months so hard. Then I thought of you again,
and realized he isn’t you.
