I miss that.

You remember the times we held hands, enjoyed the sea breeze, walked through different beaches as though we were the only ones who enjoyed walking in the dark of the beach in the middle of the night? I miss that.

You remember the time we just went to the petrol kiosk, bought Sapporo beer because it was on 2 cans offer and we drove to a random flyover and sat there while we drank and talked the night away? I miss that.

You remember the first time, I held you by your waist, and gave you that first kiss, under that tree, ignorant to anyone around us, just only me and you, you and me? I miss that.

You remember the times we sat on random benches, kicking our legs whilst you lie on my shoulders, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing on the shore? I miss that.

I miss all of that.

Why?

Every week. I just feel that we are slipping away from each other, I don't want it to be like this.

It scares me.

You never know the nights pondering what did I do to make you lose you temper. Till now, I never knew. Trying to be that boyfriend-material you hoped for, I know I am far from it. But I really tried.

Stupid me, I can't say anything to make you feel better whenever you're unhappy. I'm not good with words, but I hope that my presence would be sufficient to make you feel better. That whatever happens, you always got me by your side.

Our waves are rough. How I wish things were always 'low-tide'. Mundane as it may be. But knowing we will never bicker or a fight.
Knowing that things will not always go right, I know you hate it when I put up a fight.
But if I don't bring my thoughts to light, how do you expect me to sleep that very same night?
I pray those issues that very night go out of sight, and I just hope that you will feel better when the skies turn bright.

I'm sorry how messed out we've become, but I hope after everything we will still stick together as One.

I miss you.