Yesterday was my last day at the university as a student and I was packing my stuff and I found the polaroid pictures of us on my birthday two years ago. I froze at the sight of them. And then I trembled. A rush of forgotten feelings came sweeping over. And that was how I realized that no matter how far I've travelled, no matter how many guys I've loved after you, there will always be a place for you in my heart, safely tucked away at its deepest, darkest corner. There will your memories and my feelings reside, awakened at the simplest, unsuspecting gestures.
I loved you in ways that changed me.
The most special kind of love. Unsurpassed by none.
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Maybe the reason why I stopped writing here after you left is because it doesn't feel right to talk/write about anyone else at the very same place.
I guess you've somehow claimed it.
-I'm writing about you again.
