Nostalgia.

"See me there, I'll wait." 

"Call me now, I'll answer." 

"Text me later, I'll reply."

"Dear, are you still there?" 

"I need you."

These were my responses to her but I received nothing. Not even a short message or a missed call. I shrilled to the bone. I felt bad and ignored. I was disrespected. 

I ran fast though the rain kept on pouring to go back to our meeting place while crying. I couldn't feel anymore my body, I felt numb. 

I looked to the sky and inhaled deep. 

"Will you still come to see me?" I said. 

I looked down and saw a white tablet written her name on the grass with flowers all over. It was three years already but everything was still fresh and alive. I knelled on the grass. 

"Please, Lord, bring back the old times." I whispered.