Memories In The Making

Maybe meeting him wasn't so bad. I mean, he was probably the only person that made me enjoy life. We'd always go to the park, movies and just hangout with friends. But whenever I'd be with him, there was something about him. His eyes, his hair his... Everything. I felt safe around him like I could trust him with my life. He saved my life once. Yes, just once. In that while one time memories where flashing by in my head. Us hanging out, laughing hugging. So many good memories were just playing in my mind. But that one last memory that got me. It made me feel... Harsh. I loved him. I didn't think he loved me, but he confessed later on. All of those times we were together, it didn't feel real enough. But the last memory did. The memory in the making.