Do you remember me?
You said you will never forget about me, even till death do us apart. I do. I still remember every bit of us as clear as the sky. Yet it was the kind of sky where people would look up and say, "It's about to rain." The kind of sky where people will wish for it to go away. The kind of sky where I would stand under and smile weakly as I let out a desperate plea, "Please leave me alone." I remember them, every tiny, insignificant bit of memory that we've built, it was indeed as clear as the sky, yet as dark as a cloudy one.
Ever since you left me behind, I long to be left alone.
