Sometimes I am not sure what to make of it when you say you miss me and that you thought of me. Along the way, we stopped talking like we used to because of something trivial. Our eyes lit up when we met… for a second or two. That, however, was short lived. We went along our way, not sure if there were any other alternatives. We trudge on.

The thing is… I miss you. I wonder if you are having fun. I hope you are happy. Are you still that contemplative, quiet person I fell in love with?

Today, I met someone who reminded me of you. Charming, sincere, and I felt so comfortable talking about art, theatre, literature, places, home to this stranger… That person told me to take a photo today. I could just take a photo, as though it’s of little significance. No, I thought of you. Your silly smile, that unstoppable laughter, your cheeky actions, that frown that I so love… And I realize the photo I want to take is of you driving downtown. The car was our safe haven.

Grab my hands tightly, let’s run till our lungs explode, smile so widely that our faces becomes maps, play our silly games like that’s all there is to life. No, that would be too naïve. Let it be the beginning of something good…

Tonight, when I close my eyes, please be there.