"There is no limit on how you can give love and how you can dream.
I changed much over the years, i loathed some, worshiped some.
But my principles in life never changed."
It was pleasant. It was beautiful. It was heavenly. It was elegant. It was nostalgic. It was sad. It was dreamy. It was bittersweet. It was grieving. It was breaking. It was making. It was everything I ever dreamed of then.
He was my then. He came just as quickly as he left. He made a mark into my life as he made a scar in my heart. He was that of brown eyes, sharp nose, light skin and hands that when graze my own would send shivers into my entire body. He was that of sophisticated aura and a smile so confident but never was he cocky though he could be for everything about him has something to be proud of.
And yet. The little time we've spent. The little time we've had. The little time we've shared... they are nothing now but memories.
And the last night I saw him, I could still remember his face. And his arms around my waist as he lifted me up. A farewell gesture for a younger sister, I presume. Nonetheless, he was lovely. He was graceful and now I am still thinking of him and our memories. It was three years ago... And August 21, would be the day he'd left me before. And I can still remember everything clearly.
But now, I have a new love. And this time, it's for real. Yet, even how many years would pass, who could forget... the butterflies in your stomach and the pains of your first love?
I know I was just a random autumn leaf that fell on his shoulder, only to be noticed for a while... yet soon to be forgotten.
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