I remember in the last few weeks of our relationship, you acted like a kid when we went out on dates.
We would be holding hands, looking at stuff. I would say something to tease you, just a little. Suddenly you would fling my hand away, crossing your arms and stamping your feet, whining, even.
I would look stunned, and you almost hurriedly took my hand back again. I never knew what was going on through your mind then. Were you worried that I thought it too childish? Did I seem that stunned and shocked? Ah, but I wasn't. It was all silliness, and going back home I was still amused, my heart light with joy as I recall every movement, and thinking how lucky and blissful I was, to see so rare a side of you. Trying my very best, to tuck, every single second into my heart's treasure box, stuffing my memory's lockets with all your images.
I love you, and miss you, be it that it was all in the past.
