Reminiscing your presence.

Remember when we were running round the benches of the Little hut up the hill?
I chased you as you laughed and ran behind the benches just so I couldn't catch you.
And then you piggy-bagged me.
I remember what I wore that day.
The black basic you gave me which I paired with jeans folded at the cuffs,
and with my sneakers.
I meant to dress up just like how you normally did that day.
I was in love with you.
Wanted to be very much like you.

And do you remember the time I sat on the ledge and you helped me snip my fringe as the wind chilled our faces?
My friends said I looked better and I told you.
You joked that you could be my hairstylist from then on.

I remember the time when we held hands and you told me that I would dominate the relationship because of the way I held your hand.
Then I realised,
I was holding your hand instead.

I snapped every memory.
Your boxing gloves, the kind of wax you used,
the outfits you wore and I always complimented you when you wore your pink shirt.
The memories we had are kept inside my head now because I destroyed all the pictures we had just cos I was so mad at you.
I wish I didn't.
Can never get them back now if I wanted to.
I wonder how you are now and where your soul went to.