This is my favourite memory of you:
I’m watching you from behind, but you are unaware of my
presence. The world can see my love for you, but you are blissfully
ignorant. There are so many things I want to say to you, so many things I want to do.
But I can merely stand here, behind you, and stare. I could look at you
It has been a long time since that day and now, and a lot
has passed between us. Yet, I wish I could go back to when we were “just
To the time you sat there, still