I still remember

The little things

I still know what even when it's hot as fuck outside he'll wear sweaters bc he doesn't like his arms and he will only wear no jacket when his mom gets mad. I still know that he ALWAYS has gum and he will always ONLY have 5 gum. I still know that he thinks he's the crappist person alive and that he thinks he's fat. I still know that he hates being early so he will purposely be late to everything. I still know that he only still has those one pair of jeans. I still know that he hates mornings. I still know his birthday and his middle name. I still know what it felt like to be held by him. I still know what it felt like to look into his eyes. I still know that he will never love me again.