ferris wheel first kiss

when i woke up monday morning, i was feeling a little hung-over from the other night so i decided to take a long walk to sort some things out from my mind. i rummaged through my closet and found your old polo shirt. i put it on and tied a loose belt around it. i grabbed a pair of faded chucks and hang it on my shoulders as i headed to the door, barefoot.

as i went down the stairs, i noticed my parents had already left for work. i snatched an apple from the kitchen table and took a bite as i put on my shoes. i grabbed an aspirin from the cupboard and swallowed it. i flinched as i felt its bitter aftertaste on my tongue so i gulped down a glass of water.

as i jogged outside, i hummed a tune from a movie i watched a few nights ago. i didn’t even remember what it was about. i probably fell asleep before it ended. while i was mulling over the forgotten film, i passed an old playground. i went inside and sat on an abandoned swing. i was staring into space for a few seconds rocking back and forth, back and forth. the tears fell down automatically. i didn’t even realize that i was crying until my vision got blurry.

i wiped my eyes with the shirt i was wearing. your shirt. i managed a smile thinking about our memory. i suddenly remembered our first kiss. you were wearing the same shirt i’m wearing. we were riding a ferris wheel and it was like were on top of the world. everything was awkward but it felt right. it felt perfect.

you are probably a thousand miles from where i am right now. i hope you are thinking of me, too.

it’s been almost a year since your last letter. i guess it’s time for me to move on but i still miss you on days like this.

i still love you.