I walked into my room and throw myself on the bed. As I lay down, my mind immediately drifted to somewhere. Somewhere in the past.
I shut my eyes, hoping if I would do that, the memories of you will go away.
But it didn’t.
I remember your face when I wake up in the morning. I remember your husky voice whenever you speak to me. I remember how would you brush my hair. I remember your sweet scent. I remember how would you hug me from behind whenever I’m upset. I remember how would you kiss me. I remember how would you hold on to me. I remember your whispers in my ear saying, “I love you,” “I’m here,” “I would never leave you.” I remember how would you intertwine our fingers while saying our future plans together.
I remember it all.
I remember it everyday.
And it also kills me everyday because I know the truth.
That you would never come back to me.
That we would never be together again.
I guess, “us” is something I would like to come true.
But that would never happen.
Because you’re now just a ghost; a ghost that I would want to keep on haunting me.