I remember WHEN I WAS that guy who was happy. The boyfriend kind of happy. It's been a while so it's been dawning on me at random times. I often wonder if I'll ever be the way I used to be. The good used to be. The guy who had shamelessly jumped out of his skin to impress or flatter that girl. I pass by memory lanes unwillingly for the practicality of life and I do remember things. These are the things... ...I miss. Just a few. Serenading with a guitar under her bedroom window. (No kidding.) Randomly visiting her at work just cause. Falling asleep on the phone with her. Waking up on the phone with her. Attending events together and show everyone that I'm hers. Having to make a spontaneous speech because she asked. Cooking for her. Nothing compared to her mom. Driving her around anywhere she needed or wants to go. Writing a song about her and for her. Attending masses with her. Having to order and ship a dress from Calgary just for her size. Explaining the whole movie to her during the movie. Doing crosswords, sudokus, and word searches together. Running after her. Taking the taxi when I didn't have any vehicle available. Constantly reminding (hinting) her how beautiful she is without make-up. Jumping roof tops. Don't ask. Losing to basketball games (on purpose). Finishing her meals. Reason why I'm chub? Saving her from a huge ass dog. I was scared shitless. Lastly, crying in front of her to show that I'm scared to lose her. One day, I might be able to do these things again. Sometimes you love something so much that it hurts to leave it
But you must...
Sometimes it hurts too much to hold on to that thing you love.
And sometimes you let go of what you love because it hurts.
But then just sometimes...
You get it back and live happily ever after. - - unknown | 