In the bus last night, I was approached by a memory that once played over and over in my head because I treasured it so much. It wasn’t of anything spectacular. In fact it only lasted seconds.

He was at my doorstep one night with a bag of food. I just woke up in my pajamas, still too dazed to care about my bed hair. When I opened the door, my face wrinkled when I greeted the florescent lights. But still, I could see his face genuinely brighten up; -he stared at me, his smiling lips noticeably apart, and a few seconds later he went….

“Oh…You’re so pretty...”

There was no way explaining how I felt when I went back to bed that night.

But it was so long ago.

So so long ago. Before everything changed.

I mustn’t remember it anymore.