This is how I will remember the last night

I'll remember the way you slipped your fingers through mine, and we both held on so tight as if we couldn't bear to let go. The way your hand rested so casually on the small of my back, guiding me carefully through the midnight traffic. The way I caught you looking, staring, so intently at my face as if you were trying to memorise it and carve it on your heart. The way we stood outside tj, silently replaying scenes from where we first met, and how we wished we were on the other side of the gates.

I'll remember the way conversation flowed, so naturally, it reminded me of why i fell in love with you, and then the immediate waves of sadness that followed because how do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul? The way you laughed, and the way your eyes crinkled with happiness. The way you sounded when you told me you missed the weird gurgling sound i make when i taste something sour. The way you said my name with all the love and pain and sadness in the world.

This is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and he embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen, he did love me. (x)