*~*ZeraH*~*

Do u remember how the streets were back then?
when we used to walk together to the store or to the café, to get ice cream or gum. I recall still seeing an old ice cream poster on one of the windows, and laughing. i laughed. i laughed as i looked at the prices. not heart filled laughter, but softly, almost to myself b/c my eyes couldn't bear to cry of how things used to be back then. and i wouldn't cry in full sadness, but partly in longing for the innocence and life's simple pleasures, like trading bubble gum flavors. Remember when we used to build little huts in the eira and the pinhais? and we called it our little hideaway. and it was. Don't recall from what but nevertheless, it was the place we'd resort to every summer afternoon. we'd take swims in the stream under the abandoned moinho. we'd explore the inside in awe, for our imaginations never stopped running wild, as we tried to figure out who, just who belonged to this place. and the bigger question was, why, why would the person leave?
Do u remember how we used to fall in love w/ each other, but u'd never admit it. and it may not have been love the way we now know love, or have come to accept love, but it was a better love. We'd have sleep overs and i'd dream of u. but u wouldn't know. u wouldn't come to find out til later, much later. but it never stopped me from continuing my dreams of u. and like our reoccuring summer afternoons, ur face was always new to me. always something different to see. always something different i'd want to feel.
Do u still remember, we used to play together... ...