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note no. 7

Remember when...

You actually watched Titanic for the first time? Who would've thought that Mr. Softy haven't watched it?

You were a sucker when we watched it though... and I bet you're shaking your head. It is true! Here, I'll give you a recap:

"That's it?"

"What's what?"

"That's the ending? How's that the ending?" You complained as we watched the ending credits with the instrumental of 'My Heart Will Go On' in the background.

I smiled, knowing that this will be your exact expression. Call me mean, but watching you all squirmy because of an unsatisfied ending, makes me laugh.

You disapprovingly shook your head at the screen."I won't accept that for an ending, they have to change that."

"You're decades late, buddy."

"No, no, no. Why did he even die?" You mumbled onto the fluffy blanket.

"Leonardo dies in every movie, why aren't you surprised?" I was eating my bowl of white cheddar popcorn, scrolling through the movies I have in my laptop.

"But they could fit in that door! I need to see a sequel."

"Then it would sink, doofus. Jack wanted Rose to be alive. He sacrificed."

You looked at me, like I needed mental assistance, and so I explained, "That's the thing about love. It's bittersweet, it has the same ratio of pros and cons, it's confusing."

I nodded, deciding on 500 Days of Summer. Looks like you will be watching romantic comedies with me. You didn't notice, though. You were silent, mind still clearly conflicted and, as the good girlfriend I am, "Look, your don't need to overthink it. That is what it is. It's a choice for a reason."

You smiled. "It's a good thing I chose you."

God, you just made it possible to fall in love a hundred times more.

I mirrored the smile. But it was nothing compared to yours. Yours was literal sunshine, breaking through my grey clouds. How I loved to see it everyday.

Then I gasped, noticing the big change on your face. "Your lip ring! It's gone!"

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Finally. I've been waiting for you to say that."

I tilted my head. "You look a bit good without it."

"But I'm not good without you-- No! Wait, that's wrong!"

I stared at him, blankly.

"Luke Robert Hemmings, there are two doors and probably ten windows going outside in this household. Just pick wherever you like. You are very much welcome to get the hell out of here."

You pouted, now a bit different without your lip ring attached, and scooted closer and placed your head on my shoulder. 

"I just wanted to try something and Michael offered me a pick up line."

I glanced at him, a questioning look in my eyes. "And you, a giant penguin, thought you can pull it off?"

"Fine, I shouldn't have followed Michael."

I grinned. "Because if you do, you would look like..."

You rolled your eyes as you knew what you were supposed to reply, as the effect of my teasing personality for the past years of our relationship. 

"An idiot."

My grin widened, as if that was possible. "Not just any idiot," I took the chance to plant a peck on your right cheek.

"My idiot."

There you go: a random, yet happy memory. I think that's the purpose of this note, actually. Remember me always, not just as your faded girlfriend, but as a confidant, a keeper, a friend. These memories all have significance in them, now matter how big or small. And in my short existence, Luke Hemmings, I am forever grateful to have spent them with you. 

These notes are getting shorter and shorter; I feel like I'm running out of time. I'm sorry.

Always in your memory,

Gracie x

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hello there;

it's good to be back (after two years?)

will try my hardest to update and use most of my summer hehe

till the next one, 

Reisha