A Memory

This is something that I wrote in one of my old blogs for someone... someone. :D There's no story, no sex scenes, just the dramatic murmurs of my heart.
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I was next to you and sleeping in your arms. It was just one night. And now, two years have passed since then. I still long to once again curl beside you, to place my hand over your bare chest and feel your heart beat, to lay my head on your shoulder while I listen to your breath while you sleep, to wake up in the middle of night and feel your arms around me. The memory was so distant that sometimes I wonder if I just imagined that night. I asked myself if it really did happened. It seemed too good to be true then. It still seemed too good to be true even now. But I know in my heart that it was not my imagination in a hyperactive mode. It was a memory. It happened. You were mine for that one night. And I was yours.

The pathetic thing about it is that after two years, I am still yours even if you don't want me. It was more than the ordinary and at the same time sleazy one night stands I got involved in before I met you. Of course, I did not know it back then. I didn't know that it would mean so much. I did not know that you would mean so much to me. And that it would hurt me like hell once it was over.

Today, I wonder, do you ask yourself where were you this date two years ago? If you do, do you remember? Do you remember that night? Do you remember how it was between us? Do you remember me at all? Because I remember you. I haven't forgotten you. I will never forget.