Memories Ride the Wind

I've been thinking about you. Just the mere thought of you with somebody else, I don't like that. You're in my veins, Ben, and it scares me.

Ben…

Can you hear me? Because while you've been there and I've been here, I've thought of you everyday—but why do I only remember the times you quivered in fear at the sight of one of those creepy dolls with their massive eyes? And the many times you purposely threw a soccer ball at my face and the stupid fights you got us into. You're so stupid, you swear you're always right even though you completely messed up. I find that rather odd, don't you think? But when I think of you, I laugh. 

But, you're okay, right? When're you going to find me so we can fight again?

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My dream is simple and does whatever it pleases. I'm just moving in the direction of her who's at the centre of it, amazed that in her heart, she's willing to die to protect—with a kind of passion that feels heavy on her hands.