Tres

Today, exactly three years ago
was  the first time we went out
the first time we held hands
the first time we kissed.
For me, it was the start of everything that was wonderful,
the start of one of the best things that happened, which is you.
I'll travel for hours just to bring you flowers, to see you,
I don't mind the distance
All I want is to be with you.

Now, all is but a memory
and here I am left alone trying my best
to pick every broken pieces of me that I could find
ever since that day you left.
You are one of the best things that happened.
And all that was left on this day were memories of you,
and the song that played while I held your hand.