for you

We met eight years ago when you first came to my school.

We spent our time watching movies (you were obsessed with horror stuff I could never watch), music (as much as I thought 1D was stupid, you made me listen to them anyway), hanging out by the cafe next to your place, and all the weird things we called each other (you had a thing for fruits.)

Then I remembered when I had to leave, miles away from you and the look on your face as I left; when I came back, you had changed your number and you were gone.

So here's a collection of my dearest memories of you, and some of these memories you might not remember, but those memories are what I wished would've happened, to me and you, if i stayed.

if you're reading this, I've missed you quite terribly