A fresh bout of memories hit me like a merciless tidal wave.
A revisit to an old place of rendezvous by the moonlight was the cause.
But surprisingly, I am relishing those wonderful moments we shared.
And not a single wave of sadness intruded my ecstatic reminiscences.
It's a bizarre virgin state of emotions.
Subconsciously, I missed those childish chatters by the twilight,
I missed pointing and counting stars as we lay our backs on the grassy patches,
I missed those by-the-candlelight-acoustic-sing-along-sessions,
I missed how you meticulously prepared for our first date right down to the final detail,
I missed the fun times we had together,
I missed how you forced yourself to eat my leftover mussels no matter how mussel-phobic you were,
I missed the romance we both enjoyed,
I missed the passion we had,
and I coulda even missed you,
I'm not too sure.
Yet I do not feel a single tinge of blues trailing these nonsensical strings of thoughts.
Instead, I am at peace with them.
I don't know why.
But I was really happy today
and I still am.
Thanks for the memories.
You gave me the time of my life.
And looking back, you made me really happy once. :)
I hope you are doing fine dude.
:)