An Explanation Of Hellos

1.

I remember meeting you, you know. I remember walking into the room, not expecting anything new, let alone you.

You, who laughed like he'd never been lonely, like there was hope in the story. You, who told me I had "really pretty eyes". You, who ended up being the reason why for everything.

I never saw it coming. Sometimes I like to imagine that you didn't either.

The broken cameras. The bleeding pages. The endless sleepless nights.

Knowing all at once that we were never going to shine like those Hollywood lights we always dreamed about. That maybe we never even truly knew each other at all.

That the boy who entered my life with a smile and a wave could just as easily leave in the same way he came.

...I'll never forget it, though. You, I mean.

I'll never forget you or our midnight drives.

 

I'd like to believe you feel the same, but I know that's asking a lot.