...and in many years, my memory will fail me. My desperation to hold on to everything love, everything dear will be overridden by the more important stuff - how to get home from the market, how not to get lost and how to not forget things around...
My dear, no matter what my finger tips will still remember the traces of your smile, the contour of your face, the shape of your sorrow and the shadow of your happiness. I will remember you as of today, when I am still in love with the boy who came with the rainbow in the storm.
It is important for you to know - so that you can be brave enough to go against all odds, fight your demons, and ask the girl whose your heart belongs to out. Scare not the people who judge, fear not those who forget your existence in their lives, for I am still here and I still remember the you at your 21-best. I loved you for everything that you were.
...and in many years my memory will fail me. I will gradually find myself unable to recall the color of your eyes and the fragrance of you after your long exhausting hike...
But I promise I will forever remember the sadness underneath your smile, the pain coated by your humor - the thoughtful, hard-on-self boy behind that carefree nonchalant mask of you
I will remember how much I loved you.
