This feeling is taking over me. I remember the first few nights after I came back to the place I call home and I couldn’t remember your face. I thought the memory of you was fading away, I thought I would forget you. Then, one day, I was lying in bed thinking of you and I saw you, it was as if you were right there standing in front of me again.
From that day on, not a minute has gone by without me thinking of you, wishing you were here. I tried to believe I would find my way back to you somehow, but I know I’ve lost you forever. You’re somewhere out there, an ocean away from me.
You were the only thing that ever made sense to me. In a strange city where I didn’t know anyone, there was you… and you were amazing. I felt I’d known you for years, it was all so natural and right with you. I wished I could stay with you forever, but I knew it wouldn’t happen, I had to come back home the next day.
I know it’s crazy, but you’re my perfect memory. My something beautiful. You are mine to remember… and I remember each and every little moment that we shared all the time. It makes me smile. There was love in your eyes I chose to ignore because maybe that would make it easier to walk away. I thought, perhaps, I’d find someone like you the way I found you… but I only wanted you.
Without you, nothing makes any sense. I was happy in that city, walking those streets. I knew a happiness I never thought I was meant to experience. I was happy finally, there was no pain. You were unexpected, a beautiful surprise… a memory I’ll treasure in my heart till the day I die.
I miss you too much. I’ve tried not to, but I can’t fight it anymore, I’m tired. Maybe one day we’ll meet again somewhere and then I won’t hold back, because I can’t imagine living the rest of my life without you. Maybe I’ll see you only in my dreams.

Now I realize there’s some kind of tragic beauty to never knowing. Sometimes words just ruin everything. You can hear the beautiful words that will break your sould forever. When you know how it ends, why would you still try?
I guess a dreamer just can’t help it. But it was right the first time. 
There’s something I will never forget. My something perfect, the moment I wished would last forever, may be better off with an ending.
I know the reason. I learnt my lesson. It’s not meant for me, it’s not my life, but I can still believe. My something perfect will last forever and no one can take that away from me. 
If that moment was all I was ever meant to have, it’s alright. I’ll make it. I will live the rest of my life the way I have to. Even when my demons try to kill me, I will not give up. But I will not go back either.
There was only one. Only one.