memory

Maybe you remember
those late night conversations we had, where
I imagined myself wrapped in the
comfort of your arms.
Maybe you remember
the way you always made me fluster, even
though you never were around
to see me blush.
Maybe you remember
your various nicknames for me
that always made me laugh.
Maybe you remember
how much I loved music, spamming
your phone with links to all of the
Green Day and 
System of a Down music videos I could find. 
Maybe you remember
some things, and have already
forgotten others.

But I remember everything. 
I don't know if it's a good thing or bad thing. Because,
see, I used to believe in
true love. Is it 
possible to have your true love
be your first love? But
you broke my heart, even though
I broke yours twice before. You 
broke mine, and now I don't 
believe in true love
anymore.