forget.

2.

i remember the way you used to text me
at 3am asking if i thought vampires were real.
i remember how you always hated the way your hair fell on Thursday mornings
and would never let me tell you that it looked amazing.
i remember what your nicknames were for me
and how anytime anyone else called me them,
you'd get angry.
i remember the way you used to chuckle at my idiotic jokes
and the way your eyes disappeared when you smiled.
i remember how your voice sounds
and how you used to sing random pop songs mockingly under your breath.
i remember every detail of your favorite sweatshirt,
i remember every second we spent laughing at nothing in the middle of the night,
and i remember how much you used to hate when i spammed your phone with 107 messages while you slept,
but i did it anyway.
i remember the way it felt to love you,
and i remember the feeling i got in my stomach
when i realized you loved me too.
but in the end,
i would still forget your name
and every stupid inside joke we had
and everything in between,
because the memories of you only ever made me realize that i lost you
and i still don't know
where things went wrong.