Still as beautiful as the day that I met you. Do you remember when we walked downtown from our neighborhood to go find the record you wanted? By the time we got there, Boomtown had closed and you got so angry. Then it started to snow. You looked like a dream. That’s all you are now… is a dream. I can laugh about you whenever you float through my mind. But, like all dreams, they fade. The details bleed together, and I can’t remember the little things. The feeling of your hair when it needed to be washed, the sound of you trying to figure out your new pedal, how cold your bedroom walls were in the morning, the creak of the stairs leading up to your room, the smell/look/feel of your old red carpet… I do remember these things. I remember the things I forced myself to remember. The sound of your voice, the feel of you when you hugged me goodbye, and the look in your eyes when I had to let you go, however, are things that I have forced myself to forget. I always feel you around me when a cold breeze kisses my cheek and reminds me the Winter I met you. I always feel you smiling whenever I listen to your favorite band. I always feel you leaving whenever I have to push you away further away from my heart and store you like a perfect, infinite, memory. Thank you for saving my life when I was so quick to end it. Thank you.

Still as beautiful as the day that I met you. Do you remember when we walked downtown from our neighborhood to go find the record you wanted? By the time we got there, Boomtown had closed and you got so angry. Then it started to snow. You looked like a dream. That’s all you are now… is a dream. I can laugh about you whenever you float through my mind. But, like all dreams, they fade. The details bleed together, and I can’t remember the little things. The feeling of your hair when it needed to be washed, the sound of you trying to figure out your new pedal, how cold your bedroom walls were in the morning, the creak of the stairs leading up to your room, the smell/look/feel of your old red carpet… I do remember these things. I remember the things I forced myself to remember. The sound of your voice, the feel of you when you hugged me goodbye, and the look in your eyes when I had to let you go, however, are things that I have forced myself to forget. I always feel you around me when a cold breeze kisses my cheek and reminds me the Winter I met you. I always feel you smiling whenever I listen to your favorite band. I always feel you leaving whenever I have to push you away further away from my heart and store you like a perfect, infinite, memory. Thank you for saving my life when I was so quick to end it. Thank you.

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