Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night

cheers

I realized one thing: maybe I just love the idea of you or the memories of us. I remembered our discreet glances, our hands twining and our subtle way of showing that we liked each other's company. I liked the way we talk about important things; I remembered you saying to me that it was okay to cry because crying doesn't necessarily mean you are weak. I remembered your hesitation to ask me to a dance at our prom. I remembered those little moments because at that time, when I'm with you, it felt like we have our own small planet. I remembered the song you listened to and you told me that you liked it; I didn't realize that you're sending me a message. I fucking remembered it all.

I regretted that I pushed you away too far, to a place I couldn't get you back. I am sorry that I did that to you. I regretted that if I wasn't in denial back then, maybe we had a chance to explore what would become of us. I regretted every single thing.

I couldn't stop thinking about you that maybe if I started to think about another I would forget you but my mind couldn't just bypass it. So, I hoped for the last time, we could talk. But you declined, and that was when I realized the second thing: that maybe, I'm the only one who is still holding on. Then, an epiphany came. I guess it's time, I told myself.

Thank you for those memories. Thank you for letting me feel that someone could like me. Thank you for being a friend to me, first and foremost. It was time to move on. I guessed we could clink our glasses to that and we could say 'twas a good time we both have. So, cheers.