where dreams go

I remembered when I texted you about that Barcelona game eight years ago.

You didn't actually watch football, but you still posted about it.

I remembered when I asked you for a picture during Eid, me with my black sweatshirt and you're effortlessly breathtaking.

I didn't asked you however, my sister did.

I remembered we would pass each other by in school and I couldn't even have the guts to look up to you because I couldn't keep my cool in front of you.

I wanted to talk to you, but the fear of messing up the conversation was  too strong.

I remembered when I visited your house and I wore a different outfit for the occasion and so did you. We wore the same white beige colored.

Your mum said you changed your clothes that day.

I remembered a lot of things for someone I knew but now as if we're strangers.

I remembered a lot of things for someone I was close to but now as if we're too far shocked to see how times has passed for the both of us.

I remembered a lot of things for someone that haunts me in my dreams but now as if we both woke up in a different world and the face we gaze into are just some strangers with memories.

I remembered, I remembered it all.