Love Shots

Do you?

I miss how we used to talk.

Remember that time when we were all watching grandma in the hospital because she was sick? And then I asked you to accompany me downstairs in the cafeteria to buy Ice cream? You walked beside me, clueless, and I suddenly sat down in a nearby bench and just bawled into tears because of my first heartbreak. You saw me crying so you sat down beside me and waited for me to shush before I told you everything. It was the night I told you all of my secrets.

Do you?

Remember when grandma died and we were all bawling into tears? You went out of the room for a while and I followed you. We talked and we couldn't stop crying because she was gone.

Do you?

Remember that time when we went stargazing that night? You set up the big comfy blanket and placed it on top of the roof. We both laid down and watched the stars as we tell each other stories of our different heartbreaks.

Do you?

Remember when your mom told me that you broke it off with your girlfriend and you cried all night so I walked up to you and tried to comfort you with reassuring words that everything would be alright?

Do you?

Remember when we snuck out of the house on your motorcycle? We went around town, visiting different places? We both watched the sunset and as soon as we got home, mom was so mad that she literally shouted at me in front of everyone and you were there behind me, whispering, "It's okay" which made everything feel like it was worth it?

Do you?

Do you remember all of those times? When we used to be close? When we were the best of friends? When we used to be the keeper of each other's secrets?

Do you remember or did you forget? Because it seems like it. And damn it, it hurts. It hurts to feel like I'm the only one who remembers everything.

It hurts.

Do you remember? Because I do. I remember them all whenever I look at you.