Do you still mind the stories I told you? About still thinking and loving you secretly between our fallouts and more. You swore to be fine after I leave. Rained me with sweet kisses and spilled the words "This is the reason why I love your wide forehead, I could always plant here with a lot of kisses!" as I continued to indulge your kisses and lines.
Do you still smell the coffee you made me in the mornings? Wishing to taste it every day I wake up. To see your smiles and chuckles when you see me beside you. To feel your warm arms that set fire to my coldest bones.
I hope you don't only remember the good ones.
Also, the moments we unintentionally curse each other for being witty and funny. Resolved fights that served us lessons to make over. The courage to watch horror movies knowing we will end up hiding in a pillow or each other's arms with goosebumps and screams. Our dinners with long talks and lots of my brutally structured jokes for you. Feeling comfortable by saying 'Good night' instead of 'See you, goodbye.".
I hope you remember them too because I believe that those are the best ones.
I wrote this not to remind you of the moments I am happy with. I wrote this to live in the minds of our great-grandchildren when they can read.
I hope we exist as long as these words are constructed about us, then our memories will remain, and we will continue to exist, forever."
—Jhunamae Moja (Smnllyl, forever)
Journal Date: 03.10.24
