Ofcourse i remember you.
I remember your voice
and the way you sat next to me...
and how we tied our shoes in silence
and went out to play in the mud,
and it started raining...
and you...stood tall before me...grinning
and running your hands in your hair.

And ofcourse i remember how,
you asked if I was okay, that day i broke my ankle,
and how i imagined you grinning at me from the other side of the road when I stop waiting the lights to turn red.
I remember.your yellow shirt,
no one can look that good in a muddy yellow shirt uk....
and i loved the way u stood defending me, shoulders puffed out and standing...