There's a certain fragility in your voice over the phone. A brokenness behind the strong headed temper. A pain when you say "I'm great!". I see right through you, I can see right through whatever you're trying to fake. I bet you miss it when you could be alright with saying "No, I'm hurt." just like me. I bet you miss it when you could cry in public when you fall. Because when we were younger, we always had that someone to run to, we always had that excuse to cry cos we tripped and fell. But now, we're older and we cry inside cos we can't show how much pain it is when we fell in love and didn't know how to stand up.Everytime I see new photos up of you both, I don't deny, I miss it when it was me beside you. The way your hands stayed tight on my waist though you fell in deep sleep. The way your breathing was slowly and steady by my ear. The way my head fits on to your shoulder. The way that your fingers fell into my hand, clutching me tightly as if I might fade away if you don't. The way that you call me in the middle of the night just to say "Goodnight baby, I miss you beside me." The way that it was me instead of her.
It feels like a million shards sticking through me everytime I hear you call me by my name. When you're crying and you call me saying "I wish you were here", I want to fly down and stay by your side but I know, I know I can't take her place anymore. She took mine. You slipped through my fingertips just like how the night breeze just slips pass me. There's always this thought behind my head, "What're you doing now?" There's this part of us that knows those are our memories that no one else can replace. I hope you remember to remember me just like how I do. You'll always be my most beautiful memory and the first that I gave my best to.