Remembering you

I still remember everything about you & us. Your eyes, looked at me, back then with a sense of surprise; a weird connection, you said, u saw in mine. I laughed at it. I didn’t believe in connections. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. You said you fell for me and I think six months later, I did too.

I still remember the time when you had held my hand and described how our wedding would be, under the stars by the sea. The vision was beautiful even under the dim street light of an abandoned bus stand. We dreamed of the beautiful life we would have.

Our endless bantering, our endless talks, our sleeping over the phone, you reading stories to me, me singing to u, everything had changed our lives, changed us.

I still remember how you blushed when I kissed your nose and how you closed your eyes when I ran my fingers through your tangled hair. How much you made faces when I shaved off your weird beard styles and made you keep the stubble that suited you perfectly. You loved to say I love you while making love, everything was so romantic for you, even the fights. You’d smile when I scold you and then just cuddle up to me with the baby face u made.

You pronounced my name so perfectly, and corrected everyone who messed it up even a little bit. And u singing along every time I started humming stealing my thunder. And the sorry face you made every time I looked at you for doing this repeatedly.

You accepted my flaws and showed your to mine, opening up about everything that pained you and with every passing day we found ways to lessen the pain.

And now when I saw you, you looked away as if you did not know me. As if I just was a stranger. As if we had never known each other. How do we just cancel out everything that we once shared with just a glance of strange unfamiliarity?

This side of yours I don’t remember.