If one day, we walk past each other in our favourite Chinese store, maybe you'll stop and ask me what I miss most about you.
It wasn't the time when you received a phone call half naked on my bed and was talking about tumours and neurones but fuck i love it when you talk medical.
It wasn't the time you tried so hard to squeeze into my size 6 sweatpants and ended up falling like a toddler who just learnt how to walk.
It was the time, at exactly 8:13 AM in the morning, when you clicked the "play" button to my Spotify.
At that moment i saw - you.
I wasn't the 19 year old you met on tinder, you weren't the 25-year-old med graduate, it was just simply -
you and me.
The way your head swung during the chorus.
The way every word you sang touched my lips before it escaped yours.
The way your eyebrows would lift to reach those high notes.
I wish i could wake up to your voice.
The way my heart felt, calm and safe knowing that this memory belonged to us, and forever i will think back to this and remember the wonderful times we shared and know that even though we ended throwing grenades and shooting bullets at each other, it was all worth it.
Because at that moment, you were you.
you made yourself vulnerable to me, even if it was just for a split second
you made yourself vulnerable to me, even if it was just for a split second
i am so forever grateful to have seen that part of you,
forever grateful.
//oh take me back to the start//