Spring.
You know..Lately, I've been passing by courts and you come to my mind every single time. Different city, different courts, but memory is still there.
I remember how many times you wanted me to come to watch you playing basketball.And I remember how many times I told you I won't come.
Always stubborn.Nothing has changed,yet everything is changed.
However, I watched you and I enjoyed.And you didn't know I was there. You were so good. You'd be great proffesional player if you had put more effort.
I remember how you got confused when you saw me.You lost your focus.You sit and observed from the distance.You smiled because you knew.I could feel happiness all across the court. Like all the other people around us disappeared. You couldn't take eyes of the view..hah like Sinatra. You used to love Sinatra.Come fly with me, remember?
From time to time, you visit my mind.A memory of you can still make me smile just like you did every time you did something funny or even stupid.
I used to love that. Your strength for everything around, and your weakness for me.But because of the same reason, we couldn't make it.
We were too young. I'm forgotten, you're forgotten.Last time I saw you..november 2015.. We didn't expect that. I remember that small river flowing. Stunning colours of sunset. Pink flowers. Wooden bench. I remember I wore grey skirt, the one you used to like.And then, you showed up. Handsome as always.Confused all of the sudden.You didn't expect to see me. Your heart started to beat faster. You were happy. It was funny when you changed your sit in the cafe thinking I wouldn't know why you did that.You've been always doing things with some purpose. Silly you.
We were exchanging flames all across the secret place. For the last time.. our shadows danced together.
Midnight came... Both moved on, both fell in love with new and different things but still...we look up at the starry sky and we smile..Because we know.
Having memories is beautiful thing, we remember moments and we always remember those who made us feel special.
Past always stays the past, but isn't it nice to look back at it and smile just because it happened? :)