That.

Maybe we'll meet after 10 years, and you will be reminded of how beautiful we were together. Serene.

You will be reminded of how much you I cherished you, and your hair, among other things. I just hope you revisit your past and be reminded of all the things I think about every night before sleeping.

The times when you made me laugh so much that my stomach ached? That.
When I needed someone to vent and you were there, always? That.
When you told me it's okay to be me and love fashion, tennis and food so much? That.
When you made me believe I was beautiful? That.
When we kept going back to the boy and girl who had trouble written all over them? That.
When I was happy, in every sense of the word, all because of you? That.
When I would want to say something but used to end up saying random shit and you would totally get it? That.
The countless memories we made? Those.
When you were in a different city and broke down and chose to call me of all people and I could do nothing? That.
When you shouted at me after a bad match because you knew I didn't give enough? That.
When I wore white shoes with bright orange laces and you still didn't disown me? That.
When I told you that I want to spend all my evenings with you? That.
When you said you'd never give up on me (even after I got married to a rich dude with a Bentley)? That.
When you said you loved our curly hair? That.
Sandy? That.
When we tried to talk in funny accents and ended up falling off our chairs laughing? That.
When you became the only person I idolised, the only one who actually got me,  saw right through me? That.
When you said you'd never ever ever ever leave, but left anyway? That.

All that, and so much more.