This winter, it snowed memories everywhere. And I made a snowman out of your memories.
The snowman smiled at me just the way you do. He even looked at me with the same amalgamation of love and intensity like you do. But when I hugged the snowman, he didn't even try to raise his arms to hug me. That hurt. And that melted the poor snowman a little.
So will my memories just melt away with time? Would distance rip us apart like this? Will my worst fears come alive just like that? Please tell me otherwise.
You used to hate the rains... Maybe you will come rescue me when it's downpouring all our insane moments on me and I would be drenched in nostalgia and craving for you... You will come rescue me then, right?
Or should I wait for the autumn fall to blow away my hopes with the wild west wind? As the leaves fall, so will my strength...
But I'll never, ever give up hope.
I know there will come a spring when the sunshine and the freshly cut grass would bring you abode. And you would sweep me off my feet and hug me just the way you can, while I'll shatter into your arms into a million pieces, with each piece screaming "I love you" louder than the other.