All I have are your memories, beautiful memories, which I thank you for. You made me feel the passion--so magical. All my fantasies came to life. All my ways of love came to life. I lived my life being in you, in just a small span of time. Now, sometimes, I think of the events you and me had, and I just smile. Just so beautiful.
I can't forget how we wanted to be so badly with each other that we could stay in the hospital the whole night. How we used to run away to a friends place, and then we even ran away from there and came back to our home just to lovingly sleep together.
Do you remember the way we cooked together? The whole time we held eachother. Those five days will always be remembered. Those days were the first time I ever stayed with a guy, with you. We were in our world and cared less for anything.
But ….
You too changed baby, changed the way you looked at me. Your love changed…. You wanted to get rid of me too. But baby what a way to get rid of me? You got me closer, and you started going farther. What was on your mind, baby? What? We did everything together, every damning thing from the cutest to the ugliest, from the bravest to the weakest. Remember the night we felt something special, hypnotically supernatural? We just held each other, just kissed…for hours…that crazy feeling, that feeling of not getting enough. That real feeling of two bodies, two souls being one. I understood what the cliche meant for real. Is it off your mind?
Oh yeah I can write about all the things we did but just wont. It’s in my mind and will stay there forever.
Baby, I coudn't understand why you complained of a broken heart while you broke others every time. It’s still a mystery. Do you still go around being a guy who’s heartbroken? A “not a fool in love again” guy? Haa haaa.... What is all that for?
I still remember how you used to come to pick me up early morning or in the middle of the night. How we used to do all the crazy stuff just to lie on that bed together. How the whole night used to go away fighting for us to be together. How I used to plead and go mad just to have you infront of my eyes. I know I forced you. I just couldn’t let you go, literally. I could watch you the whole night lying awake. I could hold you in my arms for nights. Our talks...so sexy, so loving, so passionate.
There was a night when we danced like crazy and fell down…. We fell down…down…. I fell down...so down.... I became sick for you… literally sick, baby. For you. I took us to the psycho doc, baby, just to get it right.
You gave me a story, a tragic love story, which I adore. The pain, which I'll always crave to feel.
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