|Current mood:|| depressed|
Remember that last Saturday I saw you? It was a perfect day. You held me in a sweet embrace. Ill never forget your scent, your taste. And we kissed before you left like nothing mattered. I knew id always see you soon, and I dreamt about you that night, as every night I did, and do.
Remember that last Wednesday I talked to you? And I cried for hours? And you told me, You reassured me that everything was going to be alright? You told me you loved me, time and again. You couldn’t wait to see me next.
Remember when I didn’t see you for that week? And it killed me inside? And I loved you more?
Remember those last few days you ignored me? I did nothing wrong and I thought everything would be okay.
Remember that last Monday you called me? And ruined my night? Ruined my life? You told me that we couldn’t be together anymore. Do you remember that? You told me it wasn’t fun anymore.
Remember when I cried for days? I lost 10 pounds maybe more.
Remember when you came to see me? And I cried in your arms? Did you like that? You said you did, but did you like the fact that I was in your arms, or the fact that I was crying?
Why was crying in your arms the best I’ve felt in days? Why was my four months with you the best of my life?
Remember when you loved me back?