Author's Note= So this is a little drabble I've written, based on an experience I had. ^^
Matt's POV
Do you remember the way it felt, to have me in your arms? Because I remember.
The way that heat radiated from you, it's because you'd been dancing. In that rave, you'd been dancing like it was nobody's business, letting loose and having fun. I wished that I could have danced like that too, I wish I could have danced with you.
But I'd had to leave. So I just watched, and waited a little longer. Then I knew that I could wait no longer, so I walked towards you slowly, stopping to say good-bye to a few people along the way.
Once I reached you, I tried to yell as quietly as I could. Because even if I was saying it, maybe it was possible that it didn't have to be true.
But you heard, and when you turned to me, I just wished that you would beg me to stay. But you didn't.
You'd just leaned over and just held me. It was probably supposed to be a hug, but we held on far too long for it to be that.
I still remember the way you held onto me, like you never wanted to let go. I still remember how warm you'd been. I still remember how you'd half whispered and half yelled good-bye to me. I still remember the look of disappointment and sadness on your face.
So, my question to you is, do you remember?
Do you remember the way I was cold? The way I melted into your arms? The way I just wished that you would kiss me? The way I'd looked when we both pulled away? The sad smile I had on my face as I said "Don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow."?
Do you remember how I looked when I walked away? Do you remember when I looked back?
So, do you remember?
