LEXNUCLEUS

The days after you left were even harder. Everywhere I looked, I saw your face. It felt weird waking up and not get a call from you to say good morning and ask how my sleep was. No one was there to force me to say, yeah I had a dream about you, even if I didn’t.
It was hard to walk the same path we used to walk before. I had to take the long way to school because I didn’t want to pass by your house. I didn’t want to see your friends coz I see you in them. I stopped riding my bike for awhile, coz it reminded me of the crazy escapades we had. How I worked so hard to save up for my motorbike, so I could have you ride with me.

Memories of those times, when we did all the crazy things flashed back. Like when I ran away from home with nothing but the tent we bought and our backpacks. We spent almost a week at the beach with nothing but junkies and had to walk a long way to buy food and stuff and get back to the part of the beach where our tent was. Good thing it was summertime, you had the perfect excuse for your parents to let you go. I was so amazed to see what was on your camping bag, towels, a few sets of clothes and swim wear, sun block cream, other toiletries, etc. All those were necessary, but colored pens, sketch pads, and a set of pencils? I looked at you like *wth*, and you just grinned at me and said doodling galore! Crazy, So crazy indeed! You forgot to bring some decent food just because of those.

We had our endless strolls on the beach pretending it was ours, all our crazy talks of finding a treasure and running away from everyone. Funny how you said you hated me every time you had to run after the Frisbee coz you couldn’t catch it. We played soccer on the sand, and swam all we want, day and night. Too bad though coz you ended up having a fever and we had to go home earlier than planned. Honestly, I even forgot about going home already.

Though I had the most wonderful time in my life, I felt so guilty coz you nearly had pneumonia. But, being the crazy heads that we were, we planned another camping.
It was perfect, we had everything we needed. From food, flashlights, solar lights that lit up the camp at night, to mosquito repellent lotions. We’ve also chosen a safer place, so safe that we’re near the cottage, but still It was perfect than ever.
I didn’t have to do my scouting stunts. We had comforter to keep us warm, we dint have to force ourselves into that small sleeping bag. We had our own bonfire and exchanged scary stories. It was wonderful just sitting there, and lying on the sand all night talking to you while watching solar lights dim with the stars at the break of dawn. Watching the sun slowly rise, and falling asleep when the morning came.
Those memories and more haunted me each passing day. The beach bum that I used to be faded, I never enjoyed going to the beach again.

How could I possibly escape from thoughts of you? When, all the things around me — reminds me of you. How do I find the perfect escape, when all it meant to me was you, and being with you?
How do I run away from myself?