I remember looking forward to spending the hot and sweltering afternoons walking down the streets with you.

I remember wishing that every traffic light would never turn green, just so I could spend a few more seconds with you.

I remember telling you everything I hated about this world and how you would come up with some philosophical bullshit about why I hated the world.

I remember the way you would smile. The smile that lights up your dull eyes, transforming your face to a canvas of golds, reds and oranges.

I remember wishing that I could always be the only one to make you laugh.

I remember how our hands would brush gently against each other, and how every time I wished I didn't cringe away.

I remember you telling me how much you wanted to die sometimes, to leave this world behind.

I remember thinking how much I wanted you to live, because you were the few good things I had in this world.

I remember you would always look at me with eyes full of unspoken words and inexplicable sorrow.

I remember how you would steal the words from the tip of my tongue and complete the thoughts that I didn't even know exist.

I remember telling you how much I hated you.

I remember everything.
But I wish I didn't.

Because he reminds me so much of you. Sometimes, I swear I think he's you, and I just want to tell him all the things I never got to say to you.

Where would we be now if I told you the things you wanted to hear?