I remember how we filled the time with senseful and tommyrot conversation. We freaked out whenever we ran out of topic. We didn't want it to happen. What we wanted was to break silence, ALWAYS, and not silence eats us. Because silence would definitely mean awkwardness. Hence, even the most baloney thing on earth became a meaningful topic. But it was awesome because I learned things about and from you.
Do you recall when we parted ways by hugging each other under the mistletoe with no awkward fumbling? I was clouded by the thoughts of "I wanna hug you tight and close enough to hear your heartbeat." Why did I get a post-hug glow whenever I took in your arms?
Inside the moving communal vehicle, I saw how drowsiness took your consciousness. Did you know that I reflectively gazed at your visage that time? How about you? When I was reposing on a seat and suddenly nodded off, did you care for a glimpse of me? I am certain, you did not. When your hand touched mine to take me away from dreaming, it felt great. I came back to worldly realities with my heart mellowing out.
You could be puerile to the nth degree but those hands of yours were benign. You helped me avoid deadened leg muscles. You didn't want me to stumble with my chopine. You gave me this and that. You lent me this and that. You paid for this and that. And ensuring my safety was in your mind for all time. Every time I lost my self-confidence, you jacked it up.
What were we before? We were neither friends nor lovers. Acquaintance? Perhaps. Want to know the fact? We were just two strangers, bumped into each other by chance, got the aim, then waved goodbye. But hey! You were once special to me. A quick bond yet memories cling to life.
Thank you for the memories! I will forget you... NOT!
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