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naturally, my eyes would wonder to you when you opened your mouth to speak. every word you spoke was like honey; delicate and sweet.
it didn’t help either when your voice was soothing and gentle, one that soothed me everytime i listened to it.
i don’t want to forget about that either. i’ve been forgetting even more recently, especially the things you tell me. if i do forget your voice when you leave, what will i do?
want me to buy pasta back? you asked, prodding me gently in the shoulder.
we were currently waiting for our lecture to start, which was in another–another–
what time does our important-study-talk start again? i asked, eyebrows furrowed.
you laughed. our lecture? eleven. you’re using weird words again.
i felt warmth creep up my neck and ears. sorry. i forgot the word for a moment.
small thing. you waved off casually and grabbed your wallet. i’ll be right back.
where are you going? i asked, feeling extremely confused.
puzzled, you gave me a concerned look. i just told you that i’m going to get pasta.
really? i kneaded my temples, failing to recall that you had told me that. sorry, short-term memory loss again.
you chuckled. just stay where you are, and i’ll be right back.
i nodded and watched you leave, before turning back to the material that i was reading beforehand, frowning. i really am starting to forget more often. it’s starting to scare me.
maybe i should get some more sleep. college is tiring, after all.
