unsurprisingly, my elephantine memory applies only to you.
that one night where we ditched everyone and got drunk and danced the entire night away?
or how about that time we walked from the indoor stadium all the way down to geylang for supper?
or the time you sneaked me in and i could hear your mother yelling the next day and good lord never have i been so terrified. AND I HAD TO SAY HELLO TO HER ON MY WAY OUT.
do you think that i would forget anything related to you? the feel of your shirt against my cheek, your cheeky smile, the way you look in your uniform when i demanded you come over in full dress. your i-just-woke-up-hungover-and-groggy voice.
everything. every FUCKING LITTLE DETAIL.
on hindsight, i can see it meant literally nothing to you. after all, six weeks in your early twenties passes in the blink of an eye. you've had more significant relationships i'm sure.
here's the thing though. i loved you. wholeheartedly. i took two years to rebuild my entire self, to mend the pieces of my heart. you lifted me to great dizzying heights, and when i fell, i literally lost myself. i didn't know how to be and how to exist without you.
and i'm glad you know, that i got to experience that. i think nothing prepared me for you, much less you leaving. and if nothing, i'm able to say that i'll survive pretty much anything now.
and i still love you. i think i always will.
