It's 3:00 am in the morning and I'm here with a bottle of vodka, trying to forget your name. Tears running down my cheeks as I remember our time together in this small place, it was small but it was perfect because you were here. I remember the way my arms used to fit perfectly around your waist, or the way your eyes light up when you hear me come home. I remember when i got home you were cooking our favorite meals and i would of go behind you just to pull you closer cause i didn't feel you the whole day and it was killing me not to feel your body against mine. I remember how in sunday morning you would've ask me to stay a little bit more so i got back down with my hands in your stomach and pull you closer just to feel your warm body once again. I remember your little routines, you would of spent 10 minutes in the bathroom, then you got out to go to the kitchen, start the coffee machine, and warm the milk up. I remember how you used to go to the living room just to look out the window, i remember how beautifull you look without makeup, i remember waking up to a empty bed but it was alright cause i knew you were gonna be by the window once again and i remember that i used to think "man how did i get so lucky". I remember everything even our fights, when i would of get mad that i had to go because i didn't want to hurt you, and when i finally came back we resolve it between our sheets. And i want to forget all of it but most likely i want to forget your name but the only one i forget is mine.
-L.T
