Today is just one of those days when I look behind and reminisce those fleeting moments of romance that I experienced.Â
And I particularly remember those nights in high school when I used to stay up all night talking with a guy despite knowing I will see him the next day. I think at one point, we all have done that. Sacrificed our sleep to just talk with someone. And I think that's the beauty of night. It wills people to be vulnerable and truthful.
It was same with the boy I loved. He always had walls up and we would barely get alone time in school. We were always surrounded by our friends and when we weren't, we would never talk about stuff that mattered. But at night, we would always, always rear back to those night talks. The type that first starts from small little things like you talking about something about your childhood which would seem insignificant to someone else but the both of you would know it runs much more deeper. And then slowly slowly you would talk about your fears or your little quirks you never told anyone and then it would turn back to family and how their presence or lack of, shaped you. And those type of talks run the whole night without any break. Without any shame.
And that boy with high walls turned into a horrible, horrible man. I could never forgive him for everything he did. But those nights we spent talking about everything and everyone still makes him human in my eyes. He might have taken the wrong paths in life and continues to do so and I would never forgive him even when he changes but atleast I have those memories with me where he still comes out to be human with a heart. It makes me remember that once upon a time he was good.
You showed me yourself on moments like those-your true self, unmasked. And I did too. And god it used to feel so amazing.Â
And I guess thats all we want right? To have someone with whom we can have those type of talks with
