Stay, He Said

You write to save memories that you can't trust your mind to keep them, they said. So lets do that. Write down the memories. So that every time I'm so angry at you, I can read back and remember exactly what I like about you.

There was one thing that I really like to keep about you. You might remember this, you might not. But I do. It just a little thing you've said, but it's a big deal for me. I love it.

We were sitting in silence, you and I. We were tired, busy and apparently, run out of things to say. Besides, what else were there to say, we're not much of a talker anyway. So I let my mind wanders while you were sitting beside me, watching the tv.

I can't remember how long or how far my mind wanders. I don't even remember what was I thinking. I don't know if you already know that of me, that my mind often wander far but you made the impression that you did.

I didn't know how long have you watched me with a wandering mind, probably too long, that you poke me gently, pulled me closer for a hug, looked me right in the eyes, startled me, and say gently, "Where are you? Don't wander around, stay here with me.."

I love how he noticed that. I love how he handled that awkward moment.