A short story

I miss you, silently

Do you remember the first time we met? The first time our eyes locked gazes? The first time we spoke? I don't know if you do and maybe I'm the only fool walking around thinking you do. Thinking of all the things we did first, maybe you've moved on and forgot about me.

How can you remember any of this if you don't even remember me? Yet, I don't want to ask if you remember any of that and I'd rather suffer walking around like a stranger to you than dare to approach you and speak. I miss how every time we spoke you laughed and I teased you for laughing at everything.

Truth is I miss you, I miss how we used to be and if you were to approach me and lay a joke I would pretend like we were never apart and that we were never strangers rather two people who got carried away with life. I would be willing to make so many excuses if only you would speak to me again. You see I would approach you if I didn't fear hearing a cold tone from you for I fear, I would remember the rejection longer than I would remember the good times we had. I want to hang on to the good memories even if it means I will never again speak to you