Part 1 His face buried in her hair, his hand around her waist, he laughed at her silliness. She stood there and laughed with him and looked at him, wondering what a wonderful man he was, what she'd experienced with him all these days... She sailed back into time, her memories dating back to that day when they decided to drive 200kms away from the usual drama. He wore white and she wore a different colour that day, she wore an orange and it was coincidentally one of her special dresses. When they see each other, they forget about the world and they seem to wash out everything that has been bothering them, absolutely poof. Hand in hand, every time he shifts the gear their hands would move along. She'd sit there and watch him every minute he drove, literally face him while he'd drive her around. He was her punching bag, and the softest cheek, one of the softest cheeks to touch. She'd stare at his half-grown beard and his overgrown...
Just like that, we stopped. There were a million ways to reach me and he chose none. When I look into my mind to see what I've spent too much time doing in this made-up friendship was beg, and he did the same, he begged me to stay away from him because he actually cared and he felt as much as I did, maybe more. He is alone, and he knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with him for too long but as strong as he is, he couldn't see me left alone like that. He is the one in a true sense that people ask and want, he listened to everything I had to say, everything I felt, all the emotions, the anger, the frustration, the love, the attention, the kindness, the meanness, he was here but he was also struggling so much and he never stepped back to let me do whatever I want, any guy in his place would've known that this wasn't worth his time and should've made the run for it years ago. He is kind, he has the biggest heart, the world and the people in it are not black and whit...