One day, I'll stop seeking for your name. The urge of wonder of what went your day. The curiosity flowing on my mind of how'd you feel tonight. Are you crying? Are you mad? Are you still disappointed? Or are you happy to what you are now? 'Cause I honestly hope you are, but sometimes I think whether you still remember me. Do you still remember the feeling of being with me for a day or so? Do you reminisce the things we do for fun when we're tired of school works? Do you even feel nostalgic when things you see keep reminding you of me? Do you miss the feeling of sleeping with me naked? Or have you forgotten about me? About us?
I wonder of these things because these are things I still do. Because to me, everything I do still reminds me of you. I still remember the feeling being with you for a day or so. I still reminisce the things we do for fun after a tiring work load at school. I sill feel nostalgic when I see things that reminds me of you. And I miss the feeling sleeping with you naked. Because, I have not yet forgotten about you nor about us. And it is making me crazy. Every single day, I am curious of how'd you feel tonight. Every single day, there is an urge of wonder of what went your day. Every single day, a memory of you keeps popping my head. And I tell myself that one day, I shall stop seeking your name, but, every single day, I keep wishing for that one day to be today.