I'm thinking back to the times when I visited your house at 4 in the morning. We took long walks at the neighbourhood near your home and talk about random stuff.  You used to scare me because of the darkness, and I'd be irritated. But when I threatened to ignore you, you'd come up to me and act cute saying, 'Oi, are you really angry with me?'  I'd ignore you again, and you'd shrug and say, 'Fine' And then I'd say, 'Okay, fine.' But one second later, you'll come up to me again and say, 'Hey! Don't ignore meeeeeeee..... I'm sorry okay? I'm sorryyyyyyy!' Although you left without so much as a goodbye, I still miss those times. Although I've moved on, I miss our long phonecalls. Even if I hated you for hurting me and playing with my feelings, I was happy for the 5 months we were this close. Sharing everything in our lives. We drifted; and although we weren't an official couple, we treated each other like a couple and I enjoyed that. It stayed sweet, when you hugged me and kissed the top of my head. When I rested my head on your chest. I felt safe.