I remember. I remember the hot summer sun heating us like bread in a toaster.
I remember the smell of your shampoo and shower gel. The ones you made me buy from Bath & Body.
I remember the black lace on your pale skin and the white sheets beneath.
I remember how your hair always smelt slightly burned even when you didn't straighten it.
I remember what you usually ordered at subway. I also remember how much money you owe me but that's fine.
I remember that smile you used to give me after you cried to let me know you're okay.
I remember how pretty your lashes look when they're wet.
I remember how red your face went from the strain that comes with trying not to cry.
I remember our conversations and the times we tried to say deep things about life but failed.
I remember how you teased me and i remember your laugh.
I remember when you taught me how to braid your hair. And all the times you got me to brush it.
I remember how you gave me my birthday gift inside a lingerie bag infront of my mother.
I remember your obsession with knee socks and starbucks and I remember telling you that you were a mainstream wannabe.
I remember your shoe size.
And your favourite book, movie, colour, season, author, restaurant and everything else.
I could say a lot more but the point is, I remember you.
Of course I do.
Do you remember me too?
