The wind was howling,
the waves crashing against each other,
it was chilly,
it was late night.
I sat on the sand,
close to the sea,
remembering us,
before all the fights,
before all the misunderstandings,
before the heartbreak.
When we were laughing happily,
when we were obsessed,
when we were jealous,
when we were possessive,
when others envied us.
I still remember it clearly, like the back of my hand,
when you were warm and kind only to me,
when you cared,
when you believed me,
when you didn't break me,
when you weren't blinded by love for other women.
Do you still remember me?
Remember me—when I used to patch your wounds no one else saw,
when I defended you,
when I listened to you,
when I gave you the comfort you once needed.
When… when… when…
when I believed in you,
when I loved you without doubt,
when we were still happy.
Do you still remember me?
I'm back on the beach where we first met,
where you proposed,
where we got engaged,
where you kissed me.
Even the waves are returning memories to me,
I can still see us there,
talking, laughing, existing like we were forever.
So tell me—
do you still remember me?
like I remember you?
Do you still wish to be with me again?
Do you?