Him and I.

"Do you think people really change? "
He asked me in between the cracking of our call.
And I fell through my memory lane.
It was a hard [thud] fall and not a stroll.
The dreaded nights and happy mornings.
Goodbyes over hot coffees, lunch with nobody.
Music with no symphony, lullabies that never made me sleepy.
The torn books, stained shirts.
Stitches and blood on the bathtubs.
The love,  the friends, the strangers in the middle of the conversation at 2 am.
The movies I binge watched.
The eyeliner that covered up my sleepless eyes.
Long shirts and funny socks.
Plans and trips we only talked about.
Dreams and virtues that we're written down.
Faith that wouldn't drown.
Sins we tried to forgive ourselves for.
Lovers that were lessons.
Treasures that was only on top of the misery.
Greed that turned his heart to stone.
Fame that changed a brother to a photograph.

Hallways where our laughter still echo.
Lunchboxes that were filled with magic in our mouth.
Houses we lived across.
Lives we never touched upon.

I was brought back to reality with his clear voice.
And all I could say was
"We do in papers and stories. We try in real life. "
I glanced at the ring on my finger.
The promise of change and what-nots.
For a greater understanding that lies in my heart.
A buried question I was not afraid to ask anymore.
"Would you want me to change? "
And I realized that I wasn't afraid of the question but the answer.
I regretted every second after.
Then all I remember is the vow he made over my silence
"Not even in our darkest days.  I'd want you to stay the same for the eternity you write about. "
I woke up hearing that on repeat everyday then.

Maybe we don't change.
So we don't have to ask anyone else to either.
And then do not compare change to betterment,
It never was the same to begin with.