Looking across the street I see the coffee bar where we had our first date. The coffee bar where we had broken the law and vandalised the table by etching both our names at the bottom of the mahogany table in our favourite back booth. The coffee bar in which we had talked for hours on end, nonstop and only went home when we realised the infinite missed calls and messages our parents and friends had left us. The coffee bar where we had our first kiss. There were so many firsts that we spent in that coffee bar together, both wishing that everything would stop and let us live in that moment. Forever. Don't you remember us?
I turn my head and look down at the footpath. The street where you had tried to teach me how to skateboard but instead we ended up lying on the grass beside it, talking about what we wanted to accomplish in life. The footpath which leads to our favourite park, with our favourite tree where we'd talk about things that we didn't want others to know. Because we trusted each other. Because we knew the other wouldn't break a promise we had made to each other. Can you remember us?
Unconsciously I'm walking across the street, past our favourite coffee bar, and to the bus stop where we'd get off every day from school. I remember the autumn when you accidentally jumped off the bus and into a huge pile of leaves. I remember the end of the summer when it started raining all of a sudden and we ran home with fluoro orange street cones to cover our heads from the rain. I can remember the winter that snowed and we built a little snowman with the snow next to the sidewalk on our way home. And I remember the spring when you told me that you had VIP tickets to our favourite band's concert that very night. We snuck out of our houses at 9 and caught the subway to the stadium, and didn't come back until 4 am next morning. Remember us?
I can see the mall where we went grocery shopping for your mum together. You bought 20.35 dollars of groceries and 78.98 dollars worth of snacks. I can remember exactly. But can you? Do you remember anything? Do you remember us?
I can see you through the window of a different café, with a different girl and a different latte, pumpkin spice was your favourite in the autumn back then. I guess favourites change just like the seasons, but sometimes I still wonder... if you remember me. And if you do at all, do you remember me as the girl who you said was your first love or the girl who broke your heart. And if you remember me... does that mean you remember us?
Short Story #1
12-04-17
Sehun's Birthday
YOU ARE READING
Remember Us?
Short StoryDo you remember the days, the nights, the weekends and the weekdays we spent together? Do you remember our reckless moments? And the times when we got told off together? The study sessions which ended with us eating pizza and sleeping? Because I do.
