Please remember the time of–our 13-hour date, conquering both seasons of Secrets and Lies in one afternoon, dances in the kitchen, the sunsets we watched, and the Sundays we spent passed out on the couch, breaking diets with Simple Asia.
Please remember your favourites–the kind of hugs after a long work day, the kisses we give first thing in the morning and the last at nights, and the way we kissed...the way we held hands when I drove, and the tickle fights that I always lost. Remember how we fought to make this work and we stayed even when things were surely done. (3/3)
Please remember the sounds–my laughter, my snores, my snorts, my out-of-tune singing to bollywood songs, the radio playing our songs, and the words you make me sing when your skin is upon my skin. Please remember the scent–the smell of my apple flavoured shampoo, the perfume that reminded me of my favourite Mary Lambert song, the cigarettes we lit, and the scent of each other that lingered on our clothes and bed, even when I was gone. (2/3) Please remember how I look–in your sweatpants and hoodie, in my , in the middle of an open road with the wind blowing through my hair, and every time I said you were my world.