It never rains when you want it to:

I remember: your warm hand at my shoulder, your fingertips tracing patterns on my back, arm around my waist. Steady, steady. 

The look in your eyes that told me what you were thinking of at that moment, the folding of your hands and darting of eyes when you were lying, how your jaw moved when you were angry.

I want to forget.


~Anonymous


I remember: stolen glances when no one else was looking. The feeling
of being alone in the crush of people. The sole focus of your
attention.

The quiet walks in loud streets, wordless but deafening with my
heartbeat. Turning a corner and feeling lost in your love. The final
time we were alone.

I want to forget.