Half remembered boy,

I still don't know what love is, except
nine years ago when I had known you for sixteen years. It's funny how all those memories are foggy, half forgotten. No I don't remember the colour of your eyes and how your hand felt the one time I held it. All I know is, I had told you everything shameful about me and you had liked me anyways.

There weren't any caresses and secret kisses. I talked to you for hours, I got drunk on that simple joy. I still dance to that enchanting faerie song, even though I've forgotten the lyrics.

Nine years later, I still search for someone, who'll know all my secrets worth those sixteen years because I cannot tell anymore of them to you.

I often daydream about meeting you again. It hurts holding onto half remembered fever dreams, the same way it burned when I saw you today. I recognised you, I had seen you many times on Facebook, when I had searched for your name. But neither of us were the same.

We didn't speak a word. You had your own life. Everyone did, except me. I cried that night, knowing I will never meet you for the first time again,

Love you always,
the half-forgotten girl.