I can't even begin to comprehend this.

Ahh. I'm having trouble writing this in paragraph form, so here it is in bullet form.

• We used to wrap our arms around each other in warm and loving embraces, not a care in the world if people were watching and gawking at us with snake-like glares or curious cat eyes.
• My arms would be around your neck and yours would be clutching above my waist. Your head's on my shoulder while I gently snuggle mine next to the feathers of your hair.
• The scent of your cologne is so distinct and strong. I inhale it and find comfort in the familiarity of your smell.
• I used to give you light kisses on your hair. I liked feeling those brown feathers rustle beneath my course lips. 
• When seated, I'd embrace your waist and look up at you with adoring eyes. 
• You used to rest your head on my lap and I'd stroke your hair and silently hum you a lullaby.
• Whenever I'm seated next to you, I wrap my arms around yours and cling to it for a long time.
• You'd rub your head against me, with all those feathers on top of your head messily mashed together. I'd eventually hug you or do the same and we would end up snuggling, interlocked in an embrace.
• Sometimes, I would extend my hand towards you, fingers wriggling and searching, then you would inch towards me and surrender your hand for me to hold.
• I used to run my hands through your hair and then rest my head on top of yours.
• When I'm standing, I would wrap my arms around your neck or your shoulders, placing my chin on the crown of your head.
• One time, you rested your head on my shoulder. I placed my head on top of yours. We stayed like that for such a long time. And I didn't bother even if you were burning up for some unknown reason (you weren't sick that day).
• You went home early once without bidding me goodbye but you left me a small message: "A big hug for you"
• We would greet each other good mornings and goodbyes, coupled with short hugs from me.
• We used to call each other, even for the smallest things.
• You always went to me for comfort. Always me.

That's mostly what I recall about our relationship. So intimate. So intimate it's disgusting. Yet sweet.