For years, I always thought that wounds healed by time. I always believed that bad experience can be forgotten by filling in new and great ones. But seeing him, after all we've been through together, the memories we've shared, the pain we've both endured, the feelings all came back rushing to me. How I miss this familiar sensation of him being near me. If only nothing changed since then, maybe I'm now running beside him making a fool of myself, showing my vulnerabilities and making him my world. I gave out a pained smile. Everything has changed. Me, him, the world we've been living, the people important to us, everything between the two of us is all just a bad memory now. It hurts to admit, but there is only one thing that remained the same, the wounds he gave me.
The man beside me broke into my silence when he called my name. He started pointing out things he likes and dislike on the celebration we're attending to. He is trying his best to make me smile and drifts my attention to him. He never leaves my side even once and for that, I'm grateful. I'm grateful that even if the wounds left behind my heart remain, he is there to put patches on it. Simple patches won't do any good. It will come off at any time; the wound will crack open, and I'm back to square one. On the other side, he never stops putting an aid just to make sure it will never be open again. I think that is wrong, and we never stop. We never stop patching each others wound, filling both of our weakness and making one another our strength to move forward. Because of him, my heart is renewed, it's now built with a perfect security that will only allow the important ones inside. I never regret it, choosing him is one of the best things I can proudly say to others.
I'm staring at his face, feeling confused at how his presence makes such a difference. His expression is ecstatic. His face is turning red, and he can't return my glance long. I laugh hard at the thought of him being shy. We both laugh at our nonsensical acts.
He looks at his watch and realizes that we waste too much of our time being here. Time seems to move so fast when I'm with him. We greeted the celebrant one last time and bid our goodbyes.
"Are you okay?", he asked after making sure that his seatbelt has been properly attached.
"Yeah. I feel great 'coz you are here with me." I honestly told him. He sighed and stares at me like I've been a bully all this time.
"You know, your actions now and earlier really bothers me. It's really cute, makes me want to grab you and hug you so tight." He said while scratching the back of his head. His face is red again, and he is pouting. If only he knows that I also feel the same way now. His expression is too unbearable.
"I love you." Embarrassed, I told him with a really low voice.
"I feel the same way. I love you too, always remember that." He said while looking in the opposite direction. I'm glad he's not looking at me. I'm flustered all over, and I think, I'm red as an apple.
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