remember ♡ egobang

prologue

i fell in love once.

despite the time that's passed since then, i still remember him.

i remember his gorgeous auburn eyes that always reminded me of fire, reminded me of that passionate fire burning deep inside of him that he would only show to the closest of friends.

i remember his medium brown hair that was always kept in a ponytail, swept away quietly like any insults thrown at him for being 'too girly,' for wearing dresses and putting on makeup and completely rocking it.

i remember his amazing smile that always gave me butterflies, the warm feeling that engulfed my chest and invaded my thoughts, the smile it gave me in return because him being happy was the only thing that mattered.

i remember his small beard that always rubbed against my cheeks while we kissed, always reminding me about the small scar it hid, and the events that caused it to form on his perfect lips.

i remember his lips that moved so gracefully against mine, that always lightened up a cloudy day, that touched mine with the most innocent of intentions, that attacked my neck with the most lustful of thoughts.

i remember his broad shoulders that were the perfect for hugs, that protected me from the stormiest of nights, that promised comfort and warmth, that were always there for me.

i remember his strong arms that held me close on those long nights, that broke countless game controllers, that could probably lift the whole world with their weight.

i remember his adorable hands, adorned with small, chubby fingers that i could play with for hours on end, that could skillfully press buttons to kill an enemy from a game i don't remember playing.

i remember his small, dainty fingernails that were always painted pastel pink, that would scratch my back when we connected as one, that would sometimes be bitten down to stubs after those bad days.

i remember his cute chubby tummy that he hated so much, that i would always kiss, that i always loved, that was the perfect pillow, that made him look more like a teddy bear.

i remember his gorgeous legs, that were usually covered by sweatpants, that would be exposed when he felt like wearing a skirt, that were home to the tiniest of freckles, that always intertwined with mine while we slept.

i remember everything about him.
but he doesn't remember me.