Every other day, out of nowhere, your image pops up in my mind. I'd be out with some friends and see a letter of your initial on a billboard or on an ad poster, I'm reminded of you.
I don't know if you remember the first time we hung out, it was at your brother's place, noon, your face illuminated by the sun light from the closed Glass Window, you sat on the table looking at me, smiling, which erased all the unnecessary fears from my head. We stayed for a while until the sun stopped illuminating you, on our way out a gush of breeze blew your skirt making your undie visible. You hastily arranged yourself and blushed at me, I frantically acted as if I didn't see a thing.
If it was possible, I would just marvel about the moments we shared whenever you pop up in my mind and leave it be, but it's not.
You are with some other guy now, drinking Coca-Cola and making new memories. How I wish that you start talking to me again about the people you hate, ex-boyfriends and the country's economy while you drink milkshake.