Just some short storys

All those good times we had...

All those good times we had...
or
All those fucking flashbacks...

You and me, laughing till our chests burned. Always whispering during our classes, you showed me places I had never seen before.

Oh I hate this!
Every time I see you it starts all over again. All those fucking flashbacks flooding my brain. Laughing, breathing, heart beating. And all over again.
Why can´t I forget you?
Why does my heart still burn  when I see you, why am I still thinking of this?
Even though you done me bad, my heart still aches, my mind still thinks of you. All those fucking flashback, those flashbacks are killing me.
Why can´t I let go of you? Why?
Every time I see you, my brain puts on a movie. Pictures of us laughing, pictures of us talking, pictures, pictures, pictures. All the time
I still remember how you turned to me, stars in your eyes, saying: look, we’re in paradise!  You showed me this place, this tiny candy shop.
You always said you would work there later.
I still remember how the girls were watching us filled with jealousy. Jealousy.
Full of hate, just because you never showed even the slightest interest in them.
I still remember you whispering I shouldn’t listen to them. I told you I didn’t, but you knew the words hurt. I still remember all the tiny pieces, everything you said to me.
Laughing, breathing, heart beating. And all over again. My mind is running circles, memories over memories. I always told myself I should forget you, but somehow, I never did.
But why? We were just friends.

All those fucking flashback are haunting me. I miss you, even though you done me bad. I still miss you and all the times we had, you made me feel save.

I heard some girl saying she cuddled with you in the backseat of your mother’s car.
All those fucking flashbacks.
Me and you laughing, fighting till we couldn’t breathe anymore.
I still remember your mother telling me,  she would love to have me as her daughter in law. My head turned red in seconds; oh, this was embarrassing. And you, you just laughed.
All those fucking flashbacks.

I’m trying to forget you and sometimes it works. All those little pieces are slowly fading. But as I look back, I slowly begin to understand why they called us the dream couple.
But we were just friends.

Someone told me you got your life back together. And I´m happy for you.
I hope you know that I forgive you, sometimes we do things we don't really want to. It's okay. Just be better next time
I'm happy that you're doing really well.
I never understood how someone with such a good ability to learn was nearly the worst in all of our classes.
You probably just never knew what you were supposed to be studying for. But now you've found your goal, and I’m incredibly happy for you. I hope you reach it. I hope you find your special person, but please remember what I told you.
Deep down you are a good person, don't let anything cover that up.
Use your skills, live your dream life. The time we had will always be a good memory, you´re special.

Tony H