see you again

I have the tendency to remember trivial things. There are lots of things I want to remember and end up remembering, many that I remember accidentally, and some others I wish I didn't remember but end up remembering. I almost always remember the way I first met the most important people of my life. I remember when, how, and why it happened. I remember the first time I talked to them, sometimes even the clothes we wore that day and the exact words we said to each other. I remember the darkest and the brightest days of my life, and sometimes even those of others.

It's weird that out of so many other encounters I remember, I can't seem to reminisce the first time we met. I know I have the memory of it, but I can't put the scattered pieces into one. I know deep down I still have the image of you when we first glanced at each other. If I just try to think a bit harder, I might be able to remember how you looked that day. I will not only remember the clothes you wore that day or what you were doing at that time, but perhaps I can also recall that usual smile that brings your cheeks a little bit upwards.

I admit, I don't remember the first time we met, yet I recognize that familiar feeling inside me that tells me I have liked you ever since, even before having the chance to learn more about who you really are. It might just have been a small, insignificant 'ting', one that is no bigger than the head-over-heels notion. I am certain, that day, I wanted nothing more than to sit next to you and listen to you talk about life and everything you know about the world. I wanted to know if world politics excites you. I wanted to know what music makes you dance and what movies make you weep. I wanted to know if you loved your mother or your father more, or perhaps equally. I wanted to know what ice cream flavor you like most and whether you like them in cones or cups. I wanted to understand you.

As I have grown to understand you a little at a time, I become more aware of the importance of remembering. No more missing the opportunity of having more of you inside my head from now onwards. The best -- most entertaining and most meaningful -- days and the worst ones, I will have them carved in my brain.

I will remember you.