Nostalgia

It was a night of bliss.

As I approached you my heart leaped

The streets became quiet

The wind whispered softly

The only thing in my vision... Was you.

Your fingers danced in each fret

While singing songs that mimicked your heart.

Your dark eyes stared at me intently

The mellow sound still lingering in my ears.

We talked for months and grew closer and closer.

We found ourselves in good company so you promised to wait five years.

From then on, we locked hearts with one another,

With a contract signed with love, "I won't give up."

Then, I was always first to wake fore my alarm rings

Your face flashing through my mind—smiling.

I opened my eyes and reached for my phone:

Even though you weren't the romantic type,

You never failed to send lovely messages packaged with weird emoticons.

You amused me with little things.

At night, although tired, we stayed awake while the stars twinkle, reminding me of your eyes.

We giggled in our beds as we talked about our day.

I wished you wouldn't stop talking because your voice is my lullaby,

Even your entertaining little rants hushed into a white noise.

I remember:

When I was in love, everything seemed to be in harmony.

When I was in love, I woke up enthusiastic.

When I was in love, I felt complete.

When I was in love, nothing could go wrong for the day.

Because at the end of the day, you were there.

At the end of the day, you cheer me up.

At the end of the day, you gave me comfort.

At the end of the day, I knew I wasn't alone.

We held on to our promise until that time.

That time when our communication was off.

That time when we tried to talk no matter what.

That time when I cried myself to sleep.

That time when we called it over.

The sweet messages turned into a blank screen.

The day seemed stressful like never before.

Then, I started to believe that mornings are evil.

During the night, I kept myself busy and away from the virtual world.

As we part, we still had our feelings,

Stalking each other on Facebook,

Regretting what is seen but chooses to be hurt

Both wishing one will make the first move,

The move that was two years delayed,

You chat and I fumbled with my phone at the sight of it.

With every letter typed, it cut deeper through my heart,

Especially when I knew you're waiting until now.

But maybe we weren't meant for each other,

Because for the second time, we gave up.

We stayed as friends knowing things will never be the way it used to be

Now in search for the key that will set our hearts free.

Still, I mean it when I tell you, thanks for meeting me.