Someone asked me about you today. It's been a while since I have
remembered to remember you. For that I am sorry.
I clinked your name around my mouth like a mouthful of exotic marble
candies, and let the waves of sweet memories of you lap the inside of
my skullbone. It's what I liked the best about the whole thing I
think. Even after so long, I can only remember you sweetly.
The texture of your curly hair in my hands, and the way your jeans
hung off your skinny hips is so vivid, you might as well be here in
the room. Except that that's not you anymore.
If I let myself linger, I gradually remember that I lost interest and
then I lost you and by the time I fought to fix it, you had already
stopped being interesting.
Funnily enough, 8 years and counting, and still, in a way, I love you.
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