Certainly the most beautiful day of my life. I remember how your gaze was fixated on the grass of that park and you were eager for a reply, all sweating and too nervous to even look up.
And I remember the gleam in your eyes when you found out that I had wanted you just as bad. I know we weren't sure of how far we could or would want to take it. We were just two kids who felt for each other, unaware of anything else. I remember when it all began and you'd get me chocolates every second day, all those expensive ones.
I wasn't sure of whether you could be trusted enough to give you an insight into what I was, I sure as hell wasn't. It took me a little time to trust you as much, so much that I could share my darkest parts with you, the ones that I had for so long kept to myself; let you peep into the past-the one that had been haunting me all that while, speak to you the unspeakable chapters of my life. I don't know what made me repeat my history to you, tell you what I thought I'd never have the strength to share with anyone else.
There sure is something about you, about how you make me feel so good about being me, about the security that comes with your very presence. I had thought you'd question me on my past, ask me that how could I even expect you to be with me after you knew it all. To my surprise, nothing of that sort really happened. I remember your wiping tears off my face, caressing my numb fingers and telling me that regardless of what I had done or left undone, I was worthy of love. Reminding me that the past was fucking gone and you saw in me, your future. That nothing that had happened before or the person I had become for a while, would affect what we share.
Do you remember the spark that my eyes had that day or maybe the glow on my pale face? That joy that ripped apart any wall of gloom, or the smile which was trying pretty hard to grow wider than my face?
Until then, I seriously wasn't sure but thereafter I knew we would take this far. This kind of love, built on nothing but truth where we loved each other for nothing else but the person we are beneath our skin, where all we wanted to do was fill in the wounds of the trenched souls with love and heal them, this could never die. I remember sharing every part of ourselves with each other, I remember how it all fell into just the perfect spot. I will never forget how it all began, for that is the most beautiful part of our story. The story I would never write an end to.
