I don’t remember who you are anymore, nor do I remember the person who once loved you.
I don’t remember those good memories that we shared together, just those moments in which I hated you.
I don’t remember the feeling of blood rush when I was starting to fall in love with you, but I can easily relive the moments when I had the pangs of extreme anger over something that you said/did.
But I sometimes try to remember what it was like when I loved you…
I remember how you came before everything and everyone else for me,
I remember getting out of any gathering/outing if that meant another minute together with you.
I remember how a shy person like me could let her crazy out in front of you,
I remember how I had to tell you every minor detail of my day before falling asleep.
I remember laughing at your silly jokes and making you laugh too,
I remember our stupid innocent fights, and the big ones too, and how we always made up after that.
I remember not caring about the world while walking by your side, your hand in mine,
I remember how eating the same boring thing at the same boring restaurant with you every day was my idea of a perfect date,
I remember pouring out all my love for you in ink in the numerous letters I have written to you.
I remember crying my heart out when things started to go wary and when you refused to talk to me,
I remember waiting every night for your call and then crying myself to sleep,
I remember how that innocent love turned into something that tortured me day and night.
I remember finally giving up on our love after hundreds of tries to win you back,
I remember these things by the face of it but cannot recall the feelings behind them anymore,
I remember that I loved you once but I do not remember what it was like to love you anymore.