I remember the summer air the day I met him.
I remember taking 3 bites to eat a donut hole to try to seem ladylike.
I remember picking a direction and walking for hours talking, getting to know each other.
I also remember the tears.
I remember locking myself in the bathroom so he wouldn't see me cry.
I cant remember the reasons why.
I cant remember what he said.
Nor what I'd done to make him upset.
The memories are all that's left now.
That and the heartbreak.
And all he has is a piece of my heart.
But I can live without it... he can't.
