Rough waters always calm with time.

Remember that summer almost two years ago? When we were sitting together in the park, the rock we were sitting on was warmed by the sun, I was wearing a Rolling Stones tee and you had your hair ruffled like always. You said you thought I was shy and I was trying to prove you wrong. We were looking around, watching the scene and guessing where my house might be. You said you liked my hair wavy. Then I remember us walking towards your house. I remember the armchairs in the living room, glasses of water and the posters in your room. I remember everything. Everything, except you. I forgot how your voice sounded, the way you smiled, I can barely recall your face.
Yeah and by the way, from that day on, everything went completely shite. Forever.