About You

I planned to write a story about you, but soon you became nothing to me and every memory involving you had faded. I layed on my bed, frustrated with myself that my story had to take a sudden halt, to be put on hold. I needed and craved for a new person to be the character you were, but no one properly measured up. Tears began to well up in my eyes, my dreams began to crumble and blur together. This happening all because I didn't have the proper character to write about.

Then one days, I did the unthinkable; I decided to dig up each and every memory of you. If no one else had potential, even if you weren't here with me anymore, who says I couldn't still write a story about you? You were the main focus of the story and I was going to remember every bit. I wasn't going to let doubt nor my tears hold me back from remembering you, writing about you again. There was just something about you that I couldn't give up, couldn't get enough of.

Was it your dashing smile you flashed whenever you gazed over at me? Was it the way your white teeth sparkled whenever you chose to speak? Or was it your eyes when they would shimmer as we talked on and on about nothing but nonsense?

Whatever it was that attracted me, reeled me in, I couldn't put a finger on it. Even as I sat, sipping a heavenly delightful Mint Mocha, I couldn't happen to think of any possibilities. Perhaps everything about you was a mystery, but I never failed take some sort of interest in them. No matter what, mysteries always had you on your toes, always prepared you for something unexpected. That's mostly what i liked, the sudden thrill. I always wanted to know the big secret behind it. All I wanted to say was that I was addicted to the mystery, every single one of them.

You were my perfect and absolute fantasy. I couldn't be more head over heels for another as I was with you. It felt strange. but comforting to say that and I couldn't help but smile at my sudden truth.