a story about me (and you)

the first

to him,

i still remember the day i properly began to notice my feelings for you.

you were fighting with some guy that wanted to partner me for history and you grabbed my hand, claiming me. that day, i walked home on a lonely street, my mind swirling with pieces of you.

i had known you for years, hated you before we got to know each other. i couldn't possibly have been falling for you, right?

i lived in denial, feeling my heart skip a beat whenever you put your arm around me. but the night when you called me at three in the morning because you had a nightmare and i comforted you as you went back to sleep, that was the night i finally admitted to myself that i wanted you by my side.

our entire relationship is now nothing but a kaleidoscope of memories. the time we went to a haunted house and we interlocked fingers, walking in the dark together, the time on the bus where you fell asleep, your head on my shoulder.

i can't tell if those are memories i love, or memories i hate.

how i wish i could just wipe my mind clean, forget the day i fell for you and forget the brilliant blue of your eyes.

i just want to forget you.

with love,

c