Lately, my mind has been filled with memories of what we used to be.
I often check my phone to see if you’ve texted, then I go to reality and remember the night my friends sat beside me as I erased every single text you’ve sent.
I could hear your soft murmurs as you lay beside me in your sleep. You really loved sleeping, and you loved that I was beside you. You would hold me even if I turn my back and you’d hug me tight.
I can remember your concern for my bestfriend when she was heartbroken. You always want us to be there for her, in all those drinking sessions where she always cries. You even cooked breakfast for her because you said it would feel nice to have food on the table when you’re hungover. You said she was our baby.
I remember how you used to call me ‘GELfriend’.
I remember the time we sat together all night, just talking about our past and our future. You told me that we’d live in France and try out all the nice cafes on the sidewalk.
I remember you walking me to class, an exam actually, and then holding my hand when I found out that I missed it. You laughed at me because I was stupid, but you still held my hand because I might cry.
I remember when we got a massage together. People gave us funny looks because we smelled like rice.
I can remember you and your cap, as you walk along the dirt road with the groceries. You try to look fierce but I know that you’re scared, because you always ask me to fetch you and I never did.
I remember the times that I’d have to accompany you when you take a leak because you’re scared of the washroom, of the dark, and of your own imagination. You have to hear my voice or hold my hand to make it through.
I can see you, cooking in our kitchen. You often ask me to stand beside you so I can learn.
I can see you, laughing, because you were happy to be with your friends while I was beside you, holding your hand.
I remember the time we ran in the rain, because we wanted to slip out of your own party.
I remember you, standing at my door, waiting for me to come to you. Every single day.
The things I did for you, I made you feel what a real relationship would be. I hope you’re happy now, because honestly, I don’t think I was the one who made the wrong decision. It was you, for not wanting to be with me.Submitted by http://gelvolution.tumblr.com via I Hear Love Stories
IT WAS YOU, FOR NOT WANTING TO BE WITH ME. IT IS YOU
