a story about me (and you)

the fourth

to him,

i hate it.

i hate this.

i hate how you have this kind of effect on me and how every single thing you do makes my head spin.

every living, breathing moment, i think about you.

do you even remember my name? my face? the sound of my voice?

i really hope you do.

because i remember everything. the way you'd constantly brush your hair out of your face during exams, the way you'd radiate heat, yet have icy hands.

i loved the way you'd always reach out for my hand every time you saw me, loved the way you'd trace your thumb over it like drawing patterns on my skin.

i remember everything.

i remember everything.

i don't want to remember anymore.

with love,

c