I want to go back to when you first caught my attention, and I reached out for yours.
Going the wrong way just to spend a few more minutes with you.
The photographs you'd send me, and the video calls, room service.
I want to run after you and grab your hand, intertwining our fingers together.
Walking anywhere.
I remember that smile I tried so hard to capture in photographs.
I want to relive our first kiss on the rooftop, frozen yogurt and reaching home a little too late.
How we exchanged shoes and got lost.
All the other sacrifices you'd make, the stairway, the helplessness and yet security.
I want to remember the pain which made the happiness sweeter.
...
But.
Clear as crystal, clear as day.
Memories will remain memories.
I can recall in as much detail as I want to, but it will never be again.
And it hurts.
Now I know how you felt, now I know how it broke you.
We have ridden the tides of change, heading in different directions.
I can no longer hope for the currents to switch.
But I hope that your storms quieten to mere drizzles.
You won't read this, but I'm still selfish enough to wish that you will.
I can't help but remember the pain which made the happiness sweeter.