#22

It was late November, and late at night. We were too addicted to this band, the greatest local band, and we did everything to see them perform live.

We didn't hold hands, but I held on to you - to your skinny, skinny arm. I rest my head on your shoulder because I had a major headache right after listening to them play from outside the bar. I knew you never liked clingy people, but that night, you just let me.

I am listening to the song we sang while we were walking back to the office. Of all songs that remind me not of you, but of us, this song is the hardest to detach from.

I know you'll meet someone better. Would you still think of me?