it's who you are that I remember

There will be a point of time in our lives that we start moving on with something new, get to know someone else, hang out with another group of people. That point of time when we start to drift off from the people we used to know, used to love, used to swear that we're going to take a bullet for them. That point of time when we slowly erase some of the memories we used to cherish so as to make way for the new ones coming in. And when that happens, all I remember is who you are. Your heart, your mind, your face, and nothing else. Not your achievements, not your talents, not how good you are. But what I believe you truly are. An individual.

Believe me, no matter how much we promise to keep in touch, to continue being "us", we have to move on one day, don't we? Life is this book, full of chapters, weaving tapestries so colourfully that you can never doubt it no matter how much we wish we could, because we know that we've already went through it. We only want the good to happen, because we are scared. Terrified of the initial shock when it happens, afraid of how we have to answer to it, and unwilling to live up to what we're supposed to be. We don't want to fail, we don't want others to see us fail, and we just want be free of worries, being carefree and happy.

We are going to get over it one day. Why so? I can't answer this question. Life is so complicated, yet so simple. If you view it from another angle, you only find the good, the joy and the happiness dancing in the midst of the innocence of a child. All I can say is that if we don't get over it, we're never going to continue feeding our souls with what it truly needs - memories.

As you are reading this right now, you may or may not understand what my true intention is. If you do know what I mean, you're who I'm speaking to.

It's not just for me. It's for everyone out there. There will be a time to move on, to learn something else, to get onto another train which leads to the other end of the so many places we can go. If you truly hold on to that little piece of hope, I hope to see you one day. I may not recognize you anymore, nor will you find me a familiar face on the surface of your mind, but just keep that little note by me, telling you that no matter what, I won't forget who you truly are inside. The side which I glimpsed of when you were truly happy for me, for us. The unspoken promise sealed with that look in your eyes that you will still look out for me. 

And I promise I will too.

Always.