I’ve sat here for the last 3 hours trying to pin point my exact favourite moment with you. I’m ashamed to say that I cannot think of any moments and to be honest, I can only remember snippets of the things we’ve done.
I remember meeting you for the first time. You smiled at me but all I could think about was how white your teeth were. Then I progressed to ignore you for the rest of the night and pretended that I wasn’t interested while Facebook stalking you – “We have 4 mutual friends. That’s enough to add her a friend after meeting her tonight. Maybe that’s a bit weird. We only just met. I don’t want her to think I’m one of those ‘I add everyone I meet’ types. Maybe I’ll just talking to her for a little bit so it’s not a that weird when I add her.”
The first time we went out alone as friends I was nervous. I forgot what we did. I just remember you telling me you love [insert something he/she loves] and how you one day hope to travel to [insert some where he/she wants to travel to]. Everything else is a blur.
I recall the time our hands touched. We were walking with the whole group to a club or a bar. I don’t remember. I purposely walked next to you and our hands met. It was a private sort of happiness. A happiness I still have to this today. It’s been [insert days since you’ve met, if you can’t remember just guess because he/she won’t remember either] and I still see colours when I close my eyes. You brighten up everything in my life.
I don’t remember where we go or the things we do not because I’m forgetful but because it doesn’t matter. You are the person I want to be with. Brazil, France, New York, L.A., the pub down the road, it’s all the same. We can be anywhere in the world. All I want is to be is with you.