I could still remember what exactly happened on that day. He came to my house at around 1pm. We sat on the sofa, with pairs of eyes staring at us. He was texting, as usual. But he smiled when we was talking to me. And I still remember that my heart felt warm sitting next to him.
After like half and hour or so, he drove me out. That was the part that kills me every time I think about it. Yeah. I thought about it today. What made it worst was that we went to Sunny Hill for ice cream. I sat at where he sat on that scorching hot afternoon. He was sweating like always. He told me about the books he read. Uh huh. He likes books. A lot. On the way back to school, he asked me something weird, and he told me about some of his story.
Everything that happen today reminds me of him. The wedding. The ice cream. The wedding dinner. Everything. During the dinner, I meant months ago on my brother's wedding, he text me. Talking about random stuff. Just now while texting David, I thought, wouldn't it be great if it was him?
I swear I will not think about him after today



