It all started with a book cover.
You asked me about the book I was reading, and I politely gave you the book.
The book that started it all.
From that unforgotten night to our forgotten memories, laughs, hugs, and goodbyes.

Unforgotten goodbyes to be precise.
It's all developed from "hey what's that book you're reading?" to "I love you like crazy."

What even is love If it's not compassion, loyalty, a stormy emotional revolution, or a messy mind?

I you asked for your number from a friend but you didn't ask for mine. I texted you first why you replied last. I checked up on you while you asked only for the sake of the conversation. Hours and hours of texting and not a single second of me not missing you. counted seconds of staring at my phone screen trying to adjust to what you're telling me while you thought I was busy doing something else instead.

I remember when We sat on that bench, staring...
Why couldn't I say it out loud clear, sure and steady?
Because I was afraid.
I was afraid of not being able to step back if things got harder. For both of us.

You said you didn't want to rush things. You said you needed time to think. Time to cope with what you had heard.

And it's been three years.