I
still remember picking you up at your home and swallowing hard when I saw you.
I
remember taking you to that restaurant where we chatted and shared dessert
after knocking down some pins.
I
remember you holding my hand after I reached for yours during our stroll before
an impromptu movie.
I
remember sitting in the theater debating whether or not I should kiss you when
I took you back home.
I
remember aiming for your cheek but you slipping your lips in the way so they
caught mine.
I
still remember a stupid, nervous remark I made about you having "nice
teeth".
I
even remember picking you up and carrying you to my car.
I
remember our nicknames for each other, yours starting with a "W" and
mine with a "P".
I
remember expectations falling short soon after.
Now
you're with someone else and I try not to remember...but I still do, you see.
Now
I kind of wish you could remember me.
