Hey do you remember, the time that we spent together? How long has it been already since the day that you promised to meet me back here in our special place? 

I remember how we first meet when I just moved into the neighborhood with my family. You were the first friend that I had met and know in my new surroundings. Everything were at first foreign to me, the scenery, the smell and the feel of the place itself. 

Do you still remember the time that we spent playing together in the nearby stream, catching frogs and fishes with our bare hands and putting them into a glass bottle. Or how we would jump on the puddles of water after a rainy day. Hahaha…I still remember how we would be reprimanded by our parents or how we would laugh it off when we smear each other with even more mud. I still remember how we would usually sit by the table drinking on those warm cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows floating in them. The bittersweet taste I would always remember those times.

Remember the first time you brought me to this place? It was our secret place, to get away from all the worries that we have at the end of each day. Remember how we used to come out here to star-gaze in the night, or how we would come and spend a lazy afternoon here resting under the cloudy sky. Bringing up those memories, I could still hear the gentle sway of the dried grass around us, your steady breathing as well as feel the warmth from the sunlight and the occasional prickling of the dried strands of grass in my back. 

I still look back the time when we were so care-free, lazing under the sky, teasing one another with the long blade of grass when either of us are napping. How we used to jump on one another from time to time, rolling about on the vast field. I would always remember the day that you asked me out for the first time formally. How happy I was when you asked me that, though I felt slightly scared when you asked, but yet it made me happy, really.

Then one day you had to move. This place was our last meeting place where we shared our final kiss, and as well as being in each other’s embrace, when you whispered that you would come back for me. I still continue to come here even after you are gone, to our little secret place everyday, waiting for your return. When would we be able to hold onto each other again? I miss your warm embrace and lingering touch, as I continue to cling onto those memories, awaiting for you to fulfill your promise. We’ll go back to those time of nostalgia and continue from where you had left out.

Picture found on Photobucket by jaideh.