8 seconds left in overtime

I just watched Tarzan today and it reminded me of that time we watched our first movie together. the first time you reached over to tickle me and lost the fight but i was the one who ended up captive in your arms. and slowly, for the first time my palms learnt the curves of your body, as if they were the lines on my palm, as if i was reading your curves the way people read palms. i remember how i used to be afraid of the cold and you asked me if I was cold, and when i said yes, you pulled me into your chest and rubbed my arms. i remember thinking 'i said i was cold not "please hug me so I will become warm"'. i remember rolling my eyes at how much of the game you were playing but i don't remember how i decided to play as well. saying goodbye to you at the airport was the hardest thing I've ever done in the history of relationships. I'm used to goodbyes and used to letting go easily, but for the first time i felt like holding on, felt like never letting go, i had to. for once i knew it was real and knew you feel the same, for once i was sure the other person felt for me the way i did for them, i had to say goodbye. for once i had to say goodbye to someone who didn't want to say goodbye too. for once, goodbye is out of our control. and that made it the hardest thing I've ever done. but it also feels very much like growing up, realising how tangible the saying 'people come and go' is. i always believe the first time is enough. all the feelings you felt the first time should be kept there. so next time when somebody comes and go i will not bat an eyelid and i will soldier on. because you were enough emotions invested upon.