True story. Skip to avoid mushiness.

We both know that we're no longer kids - and that we understand the very things that have changed us, that made us who we are today. 

How did this come to be? Is it because we are similar and yet so different in many ways? 

 Gentle caresses, warm entwining hands. Laying beside you, gazing into those eyes - eyes with a colour which I can't properly describe. They're a striking blue under the light - but they appear to carry hues of green if I look closer - eerily beautiful, strangely disconcerting. That golden-brown hair of yours. Your head on my lap, and me caressing your hair. Those smiles. Those times where we played Street Fighter against each other. Those times where we hit each other with your pillows. Those times where we wrapped a blanket around ourselves and snuggled for a movie - because it was just too cold to do anything else. Those times where you laughed because my car racing skills were just awful. Those times where we shared secrets and just walked together on the street. Those times where you insisted on accompanying me to the bus stop, despite the fact that it was dark and raining. Those times where we traded drinks - I had the orange and you bought the blackcurrent, and it wasn't so bad.

Those times. Those times. I'll never be able to forget those times, and it'll be unfair if you were to ever forget them.

So what if you're stuck in a bit of a pickle? I've seen this situation before. I've been there. Not as deep into the mud as you are - but I've experienced a glimpse of it. I know how it feels. I can help - and I will save you, no matter what. You heard me. I will definitely make sure you continue living on and be happy - with or without me by your side. 

Those times were good, those times were sweet. Maybe we should live every day like it was our last - because you never know what would happen tomorrow. 

So let's just make happy memories together for now, shall we?