Do you happen to remember everything that had happened before?
Because for me, I can't.
Not unless you repeat everything you've said to me so that I can reverse and turn back time.
I'm so unfamiliar with what happened between us.
I keep thinking and dreaming about you.
You're vividly surreal, yet I can't contain myself from waking up at the middle of the night.
It feels like it's just another midnight for me to think and ponder about us.
To reminisce and rewind about us.
It feels like your words echoing through my mind over and over again.
And it's deafening me.
You're slowly muting out the world for me to think and regain consciousness to go back where we first started.
Back to the same schemes that we used to do.
Back to the same damn schemes... again.
You only turned the volume up back to normal when you told me that it's my turn to speak.
