A Quiet Breath

i must have forgotten how much i used to like you.

i remember those mornings when i would spring out of bed no matter how tired i might be feeling, because going to school used to be so, exciting. i remember peeping through the puny glass windows whenever i walk along the corridors of the school, in hope that i would catch your silly face looking lost in class. i remember searching through the the canteen crowd, and delibrately choosing the queue which you are in, no matter how lousy the food is. i remember sitting beside you during lunch, and becoming extremely self-conscious as i scoped the food on my spoon, and put it in my mouth. i remember waiting for you at the bench, and feeling my heart skip as i watched you walk hurriedly towards me. and i will always, always remember how i used to smile for you, at you, and together with you. ((:

memory is choosy. memory is selective.
and happy songs makes me remember only the happy moments. ((: