my little parts

remember

remember the first time you saw her. remember how at ease she looked. smiling, laughing with her friends. remember her brown hair, oh, how it shined. remember how open she looked. remember talking to her for the first time. remember how you liked the way her eyes gazed into yours when she talked. remember how soft and fragile she looked. remember when you realized you enjoyed her a lot. remember how easily her friends accepted you. remember how she always laughed at your corny jokes. remember when she asked for you number. remember how you almost stopped talking, you called her boring. remember learning her favorite music and songs and what she danced in underwear to. remember how she knew exactly what you meant when you said who you listened to. remember how she understood everything. remember how great she was. remember telling her you love her for the first time. remember her saying it back, you were so happy that night. remember how you talked about your future together. remember how you were going to grow old together. remember meeting other girls. remember how none of them were her. remember how you stopped talking to her. remember her midnight texts that you ignored. remember reading her heart wrenching texts in her broken voice. remember feeling guilty. remember loving her. remember forgetting her. remember the other girls. remember how she stood out. remember how you broke her out. remember how you stayed up late every night, missing her. thinking about togetherness. remember wanting her back. remember how you thought she hated you. remember how you begged, you fucking begged for her back, but she didn't seem to budge. but she remembers. she remembers falling in love for the first time. she remembers seeing you and getting jumpy. she remembers your lingering touch. she remembers your smile. she remembers your hand writing. she remembers your future plans. she remembers hurting. she remembers breaking. she remembers everything. she remembers you wanting her back. she remembers crying more. she remembers being terrified of being left again. she remembers like it was yesterday. she remembers how you purely you would say 'I love you' and she remembered how she said it back, 'I am in love with you'. rememeber? don't you remember? she loved you. you loved her. please fucking remember.