I could still remember the first time our eyes landed upon each other’s faces. How our pupils dilated and contracted with that three-second glance. I could still remember how it felt when you smiled at me; how it felt when your lips lifted up and curved like an inverted rainbow across your face. Your cheeks are red from too much exposure under the sun, but they still look pretty on you. I could still remember every single moment of it—especially the way you made me feel something that I have never felt for a very long time.
Now, if you are going to say that you didn’t loved me, even at least a little bit, I’m okay with that. If you are going to say that you didn’t like me romantically, even at least a little bit, I’m still okay with that. At all the least, I have felt special with someone I like—with someone I love. And I will always remember and never forget the things we did, the words we shared, and the world we have made inside our heads. I will always remember and never forget the way you made me smile through my worst times and lit me up through my darkest hours. I will always remember and never forget everything that you are.
Even if you always forget and never remember everything that I am.