It's all about Her

The Canvas of Memories...

After your birthday, we shared so many moments over the next three months, each one etched deeply in my heart.

These memories are all I have left of you.

I know you might not remember them the way I do.

To you, they might have been fleeting moments, but to me, they are a lifetime of emotions, reminders of you that I cherish endlessly.

I'll never forget that day when we were laughing together, and in the middle of it, you took a sip of water.

One of my jokes caught you off guard, and you choked, struggling to breathe between laughter and coughs.

You asked me to punch your back to help you, but I froze.

How could I ever bring myself to hurt you, even if it was for your good?

The thought of accidentally hurting you terrified me.

That moment made me realize that no matter what, I could never intentionally hurt you.

Then there was the ink-leakage incident.

Somehow, my new things always had a way of getting tangled with you and I didn't mind.

In fact, I believe they carry good luck after being touched by you in any way.

On January 17, 2023, When I was wearing my new sweater.

You accidentally spilled ink over it, and though it was one of my favorites, the way you smiled and laughed after making a mess made the loss seem trivial.

Your joy was worth more than the sweater could ever be.

I remember giving you my handkerchief to clean the ink from your hands.

But instead of just wiping them off, you smeared your inky fingers across the hanky and signed it with a playful grin.

That handkerchief has become more than just a piece of cloth; it's now a canvas of memories.

After your signature, I started collecting more signs from the people closest to my heart.

But yours? Yours is the one that matters most.

And then there's the memory you always laugh at-the day our gem and I tumbled off the bench while sitting on it.

You burst into uncontrollable laughter, and honestly, it was embarrassing, but seeing you laugh like that was worth every moment of discomfort.

Another cherished memory is tied to another handkerchief I once lent you.

You had spilled water while drinking, and I instinctively handed it over to you.

It had your lipstick mark on it, and when you promised to return it after washing, I wanted to tell you to leave it as it was.

But I knew you wouldn't, so I stayed silent.

The next day, you gave it back with a hint of your fragrance lingering on it.

To this day, whenever I miss you, I take out that handkerchief and breathe in your scent-it's the closest I can get to having you near.

And that's how I cherish this canvas of memories...