Last year, on this day, we were at Playland. Although it wasn’t much of a trip, I still enjoyed that sunny day.
I think it’ll be hard to walk down the streets, with autumn leaves falling, and feeling Fall without the warmth of you.
I remember every Tuesday, snuggling in with a movie after class. I remember the advices and calls during class hours when I was stressing out over my Accounting worksheets.
The look on your face when I gave you the Canucks tickets.
I remember going to our first concert together. The Weeknd.
I’ll remember the coldness you brought in with this month.
I’ll remember the last few weeks of real happiness.
I remember my birthday – clearly. A celebration I’m not even sure I want anymore.
I remember, flying off to Toronto and coming back to a colder climate.
I remember the birthday gifts, the gifts I pushed back to you.
I remember you wanted time alone.
I remember our first hockey game together.
The bitterness of our cab ride.
I remember you replying, “I’m not sure anymore.”
I remember that cold sunny day, when my heart broke.
The last time I ever saw your face.
I remember our small texts. The way you told me, I’ll be alright.
How I desperately wanted to celebrate the holidays with you.
Did you ever consider Christmas gifts for me when I gave you mine? (Do you still use it, or is it collecting dust in the corner of your room?)
I remember, you telling me how we can work this out, in the near future. How you’ll be mine again.
I remember not being there to celebrate your birthday.
How it broke my heart.
I remembered, maybe, I’ll get to celebrate it next year.