You keep on reminding me the old days, when I was with you but not exactly together.
You keep on reminding me my old self—the young and innocent girl who despised the thought of being in love.
You keep on reminding me how I felt when I was with you—the smile I had just by the mere thought of you.
You keep on reminding me my daydreams, too. Those I dared to bury deep for my future self.
You keep on showing in places. Places we've been... sometimes, places I have never been.
You remind me of the days I wanted to come back. Days where I longed to see you, hoping we'll meet half way through.
You remind me of how precious I am. How worthy I am to be cared for. And how happy I have been before... with you—my reminder.
MR. 04192020.
YOU ARE READING
When You're Not Looking
شِعرFor the love of poems, proses, words, and stuffs. Just a girl who wished to conquer the heights with love but less of your prejudice. I write rhymes so you can hear my heart. I write them as the whirling thoughts escaping my mind. So if you happ...
