it's time.

I can’t believe that years after loving you, I still care about you just as much as that innocent summer. I know you’ll figure out who you are once you read this, but honestly, that is the least of my concerns. But a part of me can never forget how much I felt for you. Perhaps it’s because you were my first true love, or maybe you were not. But at least, it felt like you were. Mostly because it was innocent. There were no improper desires. It truly was a young boy discovering himself, and through that meeting you and falling for you.

My yearnings for you were pure. But so was the heartache. All those words that I wrote for and about you, you claimed to love them. I wonder if you knew that you were the cause of them. Perhaps you never figured out that it was I who pranked called you, that I would do anything to just get your attention.

Yes, I admit that it was peevish but it just felt so right back then.

It doesn’t exactly hurt that you are no longer the same person. Granted, we both went our separate ways. What united us back then, perhaps no longer exists. I wouldn’t be surprised if all that is keeping us together is those memories and adventures we decided to embark on.

Yes I still remember. Our moments in City Walk, all the starbucks we drank,  and all the times I wanted to kiss you.

It’s not that I am forgetting you, but rather I am letting myself go. It’s time I do.