Impossible

When I thought that the azure sky would never rain, decades and centuries of rain poured back into the sky, reminding the memories I was eager to obliterate. Once, I thought that if I concealed my emotions and erased the memories, I would never ever felt the pain striking my broken heart. He was supposed to slip from my mind, yet I couldn't understand why did I keep his letters. Even though I concealed our pictures from my photo album, I couldn't possibly forget him, right? Discreet, and thoughtful, he stood up for me and listened to my vexations. We faced a blurry boundary, yet in my twelve-year-old mind, we surely would always be good friends. I thought that he would disappear from my life as I grew up, as I transferred, as I forgot. Unfortunately, he came back to my life in another way, a way I had never expected. I had an unexplained familiarity toward him. I believed that we would become good friends who shared secrets. I could hardly explain the attractive force-- I won't be spellbound. Perhaps, that's why I felt extremely depressed: I realized that I again remembered him.