Saturday, May 27

Memories of You

You were such more than a memory. Guess you were such more than a memory. So don't close the door on what's still can be. Cause your so much more than a memory.

- More than a Memory: Hoobastank

We started off as friends. The kind of friends that just smile or wave their hand when they say hello. We were the kind of friends that acts like they don't know each other but really, we text each other. The cellphone has been my only way of communicating with you. I can never talk to you in real life. I can never say hi to you when we meet. Maybe its because that you move away. When we meet, we are like a magnet with the same charges. We move away from each other. It feels so hard not talking to you. A few years back, we would even talk in the driveway and laugh about stuff since your house was near a relative of mine. I even remember a time when I was sleeping in my car, then you woke me up and I knew you lived so close all these years and you never told me. I remember all those memories. I don't know why I remember all those. Maybe its because that you were my friend. I mostly remember a lot of memories from friends. But among all those memories, you were different. You were a lot different from all of the other friends that I have. You were a lot more special. You and I were really being close. But, as we all know it, this thing happened. And we started being strangers. It's hard for me to move on. It's a lot easier being said than done. You and I were never different. We were on the up and up and then, boom. Nothing more. I just wish that everything that has happened will never forget our minds. Cause all I have are memories of you...