Forgetting.
“I like to forget.”
“I wish I could forget.”
“I wish I could just forget everything.”
Until I wake up one morning and realize I forgot what it’s like to kiss him, and have him hug me, even when I’m mad.
I forgot the feeling I got when he told me he loves me and I thought he meant it.
But I don’t like to remember.
I remember the little things I love about him, like his crooked smile, and voice I can tell even going through a drive through window asking me what i want to eat.
I remember talking on the phone until three in the morning, and always talking to him while I was by the pool.
I remember that his kisses were rare, but the sweetest thing in this world.
I remember that his hugs were the best ever.
I remember when he used to tease me and flirt with other girls, and how it drove me crazy, but i loved it.
I remember crying on his shoulder when he told me it was over.
I remember him being sad that I was sad.
I remember him wanting me to be okay.
I remember when he told me not to be sad, but when i turned to ask why not, he was gone, and i looked, and he became they.
I remember trying to go sit by the pool, but bursting into tears, so now I can’t even go out there.
I remember the words he said to hurt me, then saying sorry.
I will always remember him.
But now I’m trying to forget.
im4serious,
not over him</3
