still yet to be defined

Maybe I fall in love with the feeling and the experience, rather than the company. Maybe I crave for the memories, rather than the people.

*four months

okay this made me rewatch Kim Possible

Now I understand why we like to associate memories and people to music. The only way to look back is to replay a song and to let the lyrics speak for what is unsaid.

Do you know that I still think of you? I always do. Despite how long we’ve been away, we’ve never talked, your presence lingers. Your thoughts visit like fast reels on the wee time of the evening, or during random conversations, or whenever I think of good things. Maybe you don’t know that, because I have never told you. I have never been good with telling what I feel.  I think of you when I want to think of good things. Maybe because you’re one of the most beautiful things that have ever happened to me.