We were here that summer.
Days are getting longer now and Spring-Summer season is approaching. As the flowers bloomed, so did our feelings for each other. The first day of April was when I told you I love you which you thought was part of the April fool's day. It was unintentional to blurt out those words on the same day but it was kind of funny at the same time. We spent days in the summer strolling on the streets of London with me never minding where we were going as long as we were together. We went to our very first concert. Our first kiss. That time you held my hand wishing I would never have to let go. The anticipation of having to see you again, your eyes which I always love to stare at, the voice which speaks sweet nothings, your hug which envelops not just my whole body but also my soul. It's like coming home. You are my home.
But my home is miles away from me now. And I quite envy the others when I see them all smiles walking with their special one because I couldn't do that with him. Having fun trying out new food, going to places we haven't been to. But despite of me wishing of doing those things with him, I'm doing them with my friends instead. And it just sucks. But they say anything worth having doesn't come easy. And you sure are worth having and to fight for. Our love is that much worth having.
So even if we're not together at the same place or at the same time, promise we'll still keep holding on that someday our time will come we'll be in each other's arms. May it be the next summer or whatever season that would be. Meet me there. I'll come running to you.