L and H

Six

He remembers.
He remembers when he first saw you,
when your eyes first met, and suddenly
brown become his favourite colour,
suddenly brown become beautiful.

He remembers.
He remembers hearing your first laugh,
when you let out a small giggle,
gradually turning into the sweetest laugh he's ever heard.
He remembers the shivers it sent down to his spine,
and how fast his heart was beating at that moment,
how red his cheeks became.

He remembers.
He remembers looking at you a few feet away,
sobbing, sobbing and sobbing,
and seeing only pain in the brown eyes that he loved the most.
He remembers the cracks in your voice,
and how much it hurt,
looking at you,
feeling so helpless.

But he doesn't remember
He doesn't remember how much you loved him,
how much you said you'd give for him,
how much you cried for him.
He didn't care.
He's forgotten it all.

He's forgotten you.

Now it's time for you to forget him too.