I hate the way I remember the little things.
Like the way you used to call me adorable when I would fall asleep on the phone with you. Or how you always liked a glass of milk-or five- at any given point in the day. Or the way your hands would treat my body like a galaxy waiting to be discovered in the earliest hours of the morning.
I hate the way I remember how you kept only one hand on the steering wheel, and how you loved spooning but could never fall asleep unless you were on your back.
I hate that I can't get my mind off of how your palm felt so secure on the side of my face, or how fast I could make you upset about not knowing the difference between Bob Dylan or any other nasely singer I heard.
I hate that I'll never forget how you let me keep your Led Zeppelin shirt, even though it was your absolute favorite. Or how obsessed you are with your vape and that fruity smell I will always tie to the memory of your face. I hate that I remember every single night we spent together, especially the one where I gave you everything I had to offer for the very first time.
I hate the way I remember that your mom would always comment on your hickeys made from long talks and hours in my car at the end of your driveway. Or how your Star Wars obsession got you to make a deal to keep your hair cut short, even though I know you wanted to grow it out. I hate that I'll remember each time you called me beautiful, even if I wasn't bare in front of you.
But I hate the way I'll never forget that you loved me at one point in time most of all.
Like the way you used to call me adorable when I would fall asleep on the phone with you. Or how you always liked a glass of milk-or five- at any given point in the day. Or the way your hands would treat my body like a galaxy waiting to be discovered in the earliest hours of the morning.
I hate the way I remember how you kept only one hand on the steering wheel, and how you loved spooning but could never fall asleep unless you were on your back.
I hate that I can't get my mind off of how your palm felt so secure on the side of my face, or how fast I could make you upset about not knowing the difference between Bob Dylan or any other nasely singer I heard.
I hate that I'll never forget how you let me keep your Led Zeppelin shirt, even though it was your absolute favorite. Or how obsessed you are with your vape and that fruity smell I will always tie to the memory of your face. I hate that I remember every single night we spent together, especially the one where I gave you everything I had to offer for the very first time.
I hate the way I remember that your mom would always comment on your hickeys made from long talks and hours in my car at the end of your driveway. Or how your Star Wars obsession got you to make a deal to keep your hair cut short, even though I know you wanted to grow it out. I hate that I'll remember each time you called me beautiful, even if I wasn't bare in front of you.
But I hate the way I'll never forget that you loved me at one point in time most of all.
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