Memories

By Nyk Miller
LifeAtStart.com reporter

I didn’t know what to write about, so I just started writing. And as usual, I started writing about you. The person who has made me smile and laugh more times than I can count, but a person who has made me cry more times than I’d like to count.

I remember all the times we sat down at the lake at the end of your street, laughing about the dumbest things anyone could imagine, and wondering what could be better than that moment. A lot of those moments I wish I hadn’t taken for granted, but I guess that happens when you believe you won’t lose them.

I remember the first time I ever saw you, the first time we talked, our first hug, and kiss. The way it all felt, I’ll probably never forget.
I remember all the jokes, and all the nights we sat out on your picnic table wrapped in blankets and sheets, I spent many nights learning about you, and I never got sick of it. I’m still not sick of learning about you, and your little ways that are unlike anyone else. Maybe it’s in the way you kinda walk and run like a penguin, or the way that being around you just calms me down, or maybe it’s those feelings that just can’t be described. That warm feeling that is just so deep down, I can only smile.

I could go on forever about you, and about us, but no one has that kind of time. I appreciate you, and all the times you’ve been there for me, and stood up for me. I resent every single fight we’ve ever had, as few as it may be, I regret a lot of my reactions, but I’ll never regret everything we’ve done and still do for each other. I don’t know where life will take us, but it’ll be hell for it to try to tear us apart.