i keep remembering things still. and today's flashback turns out to be this one day, i got home from work, and i found him hidden in the balcony when i was just about to start whining to my mom about how he was always busy. i got so shocked and stormed back into my room. i locked the door, claiming that i would never come out. but of course i eventually did.
he was laughing his lungs out.
i wrapped our good times up and kept them somewhere so they would not be seen, because i cannot take anything anymore. it simply has been too much for me.
we certainly had our moments, and those moments were certainly good. but somehow they do not add up.
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