I haven't seen you in weeks, the last time was probably the favor I done for you. That day, I remember your long chestnut hair, that was tamed, your large brown chocolate eyes that remind me of a Reese's Cup, yet you never called me nor see me.
Maybe I thought you didn't want to be bother with me.
Until I was at the park, a evening, where I was enjoying the sunset watching the ducks swimming in the pond quacking melodically.
1) you approach me, with a smile so bright, you was the sunset.
2) your hair wasn't tamed this time, it was straight.
3) your eyes wasn't dark or crestfallen, however like warm honey for the bees.
you held out a red rose, making your grey shirt dull, it resembles crimson (red), with thorns tangle up and down up the stem, your tiny hands placing into my hands with such gracefulness.
: thank you, for everything.
YOU ARE READING
Do You Remember?
ContoBack when they're were teenagers hopelessly falling in love with the wrong people, Grey decided to tell the story in his point of view of how it went with his first unrequited love. cover credits: @tadieshi
