~*~*Time's Scar*~*~

"But aren't memories strange?
Just when you think that you've forgotten about something,
It comes floating back into your heart.
I guess it's just lying there in wait.
Waiting for that right moment..." -Leena

I was stupid to think that just because he shared his dreams with me, he would someday give me his love. Yes. I know... Here we go again. Rants and more of it. As I looked back at the memories, it reminded me of how long those had been. Others say that love of this kind only lasts for three years. It had been more than that I guess. But why is it still here? Maybe because he is everything. I love his smile...the same smile I see reflected in me everyday. I love the way his eyes sparkle and how his voice changes whenever he thinks of something mischievous to do or to say. I love the way he looks at me *or even when he's not looking at me at all* as if he's forever teasing me for being me... as if he knows what I'm thinking and what I'm about to do.... my childish, immature and hot-headed self. I love his unpredictable mood swings. Sometimes he's too hyper and so energetic. And the next moment, he's locked himself up in a place where only he could go. I love his generosity and carefree attitude about life. I love a lot more things about him. I love him for what he is and what he's not.

But... a part of me wanted to let the love I have for him die a sudden death. Leaving me shocked and numb so as not to feel the pain. Unfortunately, it dies a slow, painful death just to come back and haunt me day and night.

He's still somewhere in my deepest, darkest memories. And just when I think I'm over it, it keeps floating back into my heart. I wanted to believe that I'm also in his heart. With him nurturing the feeling, waiting for that right moment.