the tiniest things

the tiniest things seems so precious now, the little picture you made me, the 2 necklaces you gave me, the cuddles and hugs you gave for free, even the accidental touch of fingers, the little glances i imagine, the quick waves, the video calls that i look forward to every night without fail and the moment when i realize how all of it made me go so mad because all i could think of is you and then i drown into thoughts and everything seems to fall nicely into place like it was meant to be

the nightmares and the dream you tell me, the stories your head makes, the thoughts you fascinate me with and the words you say that sink into me, the text messages that seem to tell a tale, the novels we created throughout out time together, they all seem so useless then and yet they are what makes you the only one i keep thinking of

the love letters via e-mails that lay forgotten, the stories in a book that i stopped writing about, the dreams of endless gifts for your birthday the ambition of a new phone for you to use, empty promises all thrown away and still the air of wishing remains, the wishes that sit on my head waiting to be used, the goodnight wishes and the bedtime stories, the teddy bear that started it all and the calls to me as an alarm clock, the endless times you cares and the many time you bleed dry, the many realizations that you are now mine and the many times when i want you by my side

the many songs we shared and the only one you tried to play to me, through songs we say what we always wanted to but dared not, just incase of a broken lip from biting nervously, a warmed up face from embarrassment, and rosy red blushes from being too shy, the many things that we both like and shared, the ever growing list of nicknames created and the silliest thoughts said

the stunted growth of the pictures we took together, the many delicacies you introduced to me, the numerous times you reassured and comforted me, the many things you did for me and not expect anything more than a simple hug and a smile on my face, the various statuses written about me and for me, the many miles travelled just to say hello, the secrets we made and told, the promises that broke.

all of this little tiny things, they form the memories i have of you, but these are just the tip of the iceberg, lets make more till the world drowns in them.

xoxo
charm chew