Do you remember that first summer day when we first met each other? I accidentally dropped my handkerchief on the sidewalk without me knowing. You suddenly tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped away out of fright. You were laughing with mirth while giving me back my dropped item and at my clearly freaked out expression. You demanded to date me in exchange for the return while I just nodded, half in amusement and half in irritation because you just wouldn’t stop. Do you remember that?
Do you remember the night of our supposed first date? I was grounded by my parents after someone told them that I was having some suspicious-looking conversation with you the other day. I didn’t know how to tell you since I haven’t had your number. I was sulking on my bed when you started pelting my window with your stupid pebbles. I was laughing because of the cliched situation while you were having a difficult time climbing up to my balcony. We were a typical Romeo and Juliet without anyone dying and with the climbing twist. You then held my body close and gazed to the stars while telling me all the names you’ve came up with for our future kids. I was laughing hysterically while you were very serious in naming our kids with your grandmother’s and mine. I then proceeded to laugh loudly when you decided that we would draw straws when it came time. You then climbed down after hearing my father’s thundering footsteps but gave me a lingering kiss on the lips leaving me surprised. Do you remember that?
Do you remember that first day of autumn? I came back from university to tell you that I’ve decided to stay here. I was so eager to tell you the good news that I didn’t notice you from inside a local diner. All of my notions on love froze with immense doubt when I saw you having a rather intimate meal with a beautiful girl. I was ready to leave since you haven’t seen me yet, but still I braved. All of my hopes and dreams of being together with you came crashing down like brittle glass. You kissed her. A kiss that was leagues different from ours. I was angry, yes, but I could not decide to be furious with you for leading me on and feeding me with complications; or, to be enraged at myself for being not enough to be with someone like you. You saw me, then, and immediately stood up and dashed outside leaving the girl confused and alone at your table. You stepped a foot towards me while reaching out your left hand. I stepped back and smiled with understanding, with defeat, with pain, with the decision of letting you go. My tears, however, told you how hard it is to just watch you leave; but, also told you that I’m learning to free you, somehow. I shook your outstretched hand and thanked you – for the first summer day together, for the first disastrous date, for the sweet nothings in between, for everything. Do you remember that?
Do you remember that day you saw me leave? I was waiting on the train station and caught up with me. I smiled at you, completely masking the true face within, while you were explaining to me. Your eyes told me your longing, your pain, and your love. So , I stopped your rant. I stopped before my resolve would crumble down, before my strength would leave me weak – weak for you. I may be brave but I still am a coward. So, I told you to forget about me and move on, to move forward. You were saying that you won’t, that you will still. I suddenly stood up as the train came within view. You stood up too and waited by my side, close enough to feel you but far enough to miss you. As the train whistled to a stop, I said to you, ‘Maybe I’ll move on like you - when the desert floods and the grass turn blue. Maybe I’ll move one when the sailing ship doesn’t need her moon anymore. It’ll break my heart, and it still is, but I’ll get through’. You were silent and I looked at you as the train whistled again, a signal of departure. There were tears in your eyes and I reached out my fingers to wipe it off. ‘I guess we’ll see each other again someday. Maybe someday when we realize still love each other. Maybe someday when I’ll stop loving you’. Do you remember that?
A/N: This story came to me while listening to Carrie Underwood's 'Someday When I Stop Lovin' You'. I only used a few of the lyrics and avoided explaining the lyrics. I just need the music for inspiration, after all. SO, whatcha think??756Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5oXh5F0S02
