Time turned all my memories into burning silhouettes and blurry images. But every time I think of you, the memories of you become so vivid as if you were here, right in front of me.
Do you remember how the warmth of the sun felt against our skin, how we watched the daisies dance to the wind, how the tingling grass under our feet tickled us, how the breath of fresh air filled a new life in us and how we sat there in silence for a moment, just happy to have us beside each other? It was the last day of Autumn and you promised me you would come again tomorrow and that we'd go swimming in the lake and eat melted marshmallows by the fire. Your long, dark hair was shining under the sun rays. Your eyes were glittering, as though they were lit with some kind of an eternal happiness. You smiled at me as though you didn't have a thing to worry in this world and I smiled back as though you were the only thing in this world. But among all this, something had happened and I could sense it. At the end of the day, just when the pink of the evening greeted the afternoon, you thanked me for the memorable time and told me that you'd cherish this forever. As I turned my back and we parted ways, through the gusts of the wind, I think I saw smudged tears in your eyes. I was almost certain I was mistaken since you were not the kind to get sentimental, but I needed to know.
I ran back quickly and called your house. You had been acting strange lately, but every time I tried to bring it up, you would just dismiss it. No, there was something wrong. Someone picked the phone but it wasn't you. You had given me your number a long time ago, the first day of Sport Fest it was, I suppose. I had called several times through out the year and often it was your brother who picked up saying you weren't available but today it wasn't he who picked up either. It was a lady with an unfamiliar voice. I politely asked her to pass the phone over to you. Initially, she didn't say a word for a long time and then proceeded to explain that she had recently moved into the house and that no one had lived there for over ten years now. I asked my mother whether she was aware of your whereabouts but she glared at me as though I had spoken of the most ridiculous thing in the universe. She looked at me in doubt and plainly refused to know you and told me there was no one in my class with your name and that I had always hated people talking to me.
I waited near the lake for you the next day but you didn't come. I asked everyone but no one knows you. No one. If you were never there, then who was it with whom I laughed on rooftops during late nights, who was it that played pranks on me, who was it that laughed with me at other girls, who was it that made a promise of returning? Were you just an illusion of my mind all along?
You were an Autumn's wish I lost to the winter. You never existed but why every time I think of you, the memories of you become so vivid as if you were here,not now but perhaps a long time ago?
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