Lie down, pick up phone, type some random things and watch videos till I fall asleep.

Repeat.

Lie down, pick up phone, type some random things and watch videos till I fall asleep.

Repeat.

Lie down, pick up phone, type some random things and watch videos till I fall asleep.

Repeat.

Lie down, pick up phone, type some random things and watch videos till I fall asleep.

Repeat.

Again.

And.

Again.

And.

Again.

And.

Again.

This has been my life for 1 month and 2 weeks now. No eventful thing worth remembering. Maybe some videos and stories here and there but nothing of significant value.

Glancing out the window, clouds hung low and a cool breeze blows by, remnants of the slight drizzle from earlier, as if a large storm is just looming over the corner, waiting to unleash a massive downpour. Considering the searing heat from previous days, I’ll take some rain, no matter if it comes storming in.

Looking at the weather outside, I can’t help but think about you, about our last “talk”.

How long has it been since we last talked with each other anyway? It seems like it has been forever already.

Nope. Just 3 years, 1 month, 2 weeks and 3 days. Not forever but definitely longer than a few weeks.

I sigh as I pick up my phone scrolling through my messages looking for our conversation box.

I know I’m not supposed to look for this, to long for you, but my fingers have a mind of their own. I know I’m supposed to forget about it but, I just can’t.

How could I? Our conversation is too precious to delete, and you are too precious for me to forget.

I’m not supposed to but it doesn’t hurt to remember once in a while, right?

Wrong.

It hurts. Still does.

Seen last February 19, 2017, 4:09 PM.

I switched over to the call logs and looked for your name.

Last call: February 19, 2017, 5:48 PM.

I know – 3 years. You still have a record of those conversation and call logs on your phone? Who would be crazy enough to not delete those old data?

Apparently, me.

Looking at it now, how did such a wonderful start to a day go down the drain so fast?

This must be the nth time I’ve sighed for today.

But seriously how did everything go wrong?

Plopping down my bed spread-eagled on my back, the memories just come rushing in. It’s like they’ve been waiting to get out of my subconscious and plow their way through my consciousness.