I almost asked you how you were doing or how's the weather out there. I almost told you how I heard that one song on the radio and how it made me think of that moment when you sent an audio clip on messenger. I almost wrote out a message saying how much I missed you, and how I kept on memorizing your voice since it's been a while since the last time I heard it. I've been saving all my stories worth sharing. I've been keeping myself busy these days for me not to check my phone and be disappointed without seeing your name on my notifications. I've been refraining myself from feeling sad and empty without your "good mornings" and "good nights". I might find your "emoji kisses" childish but I'm missing it now. I miss your corny jokes that made me laugh out loud. I miss your voice and how you used to call me that cute endearment you've come up to we both knew the story behind. It's funny yet creative. I've been writing about you and for you 'cause I might forgot how I remembered you. I'm too forgetful but I can memorize your voice, your laugh, your story. I'm trying my best not to forget bits and pieces of you but I'll be needing my pen to help me engrave those memories. And these days as I flip my journal your name would always appear on each and every page and this got me wondering, had I sent all those unsent messages, would it have made any difference? Would it have reminded you of me? Would it rekindled a flicker of hope? Would it helped you realize that we could have created something beautiful had we continued what we had started?
The Times I Thought "We" Weren't Possible | K.B