And I remember it all. I remember what shirts you wore, I remember
the first text you sent to me. I remember your shoes, you voice,
your smell, I remember the exact day of our first kiss. I remember
every feeling I felt, I remember all the hopes I had, I remember
everything I gave up. I remember how my life changed, I remember
the things you said, I remember the first time you said those three
little words I’ll never forget. I remember your crooked
smile, the way you played with my hair, the way you held me so
tight I couldn’t breathe but I loved it more than anything. I
remember our first kiss, I remember the way your face looked so
close to mine, I remember the way my fingers fit so perfectly into
yours. I remember every word you said, every look you gave, I
remember how I couldn’t talk about anything but you. I
remember everything about you; your perfect hair and your gorgeous
face and the way you could never do anything wrong. But I also
remember the last day, the last kiss, the last text. I remember all
the tears I cried, I remember feeling worthless, I remember waiting
by my phone for a text that never came. I remember the lack of
explanation, I remember seeing you with her, I remember being
shoved away like I never meant anything to you at all. I remember
feeling used and broken and like nobody understood, especially not
you. I remember wondering how you could know everything about me,
how I could give you every single piece of me and still not be
enough for you. I remember each thing that made me smile, and each
thing that made me cry. I remember thinking about you, dreaming
about you, wishing for you.I remember believing with all my heart
that it would happen, expecting forever, and having my forever cut
short. I remember imagining all these things, all these moments
that were supposed to happen but didn’t. I remember drifting
away from you, and drifting back to this freakish relationship we
like to call a friendship. But you and me, we can never be
“friends”. There’s always been something more in
the way we look at each other, and you know it. So here I am,
looking at you, feeling all the emotions I’ve always felt
when I look at you. I know we can never have back what we had
before, but maybe we can start something new. I love you. And I
remember. Tell me you remember, too.