I remember You
I remember the things You said
The little jokes,
That always made me smile.
The late night talks,
That seemed to last a lifetime.
The sweet nothings,
That left me speechless.
The promises,
That You kept and broke.
I remember You,
I remember the things we did.
The games we played with each other,
That always ended with us together
The spring showers
Spent running in the rain hand in hand
The long summer days
Spent almost attached to each other
The autumn nights
Wishing that we had more time
I remember You,
I remember the places You took me.
The streets of the city at night,
The focal point of our long walks.
The park by our neighborhood,
That we visited much too often.
The cheesy romantic restaurant,
Where I loved to be with You.
The window sill of your bedroom,
Where we said our Hello’s and Goodbye’s.
I remember You,
I remember how it all felt.
How it felt to first meet You.
How it felt to have Your hand in mine.
How it felt to first kiss You.
How it felt when You left.
Then there are the things I don’t remember,
And I find they are the most important.
I don’t remember how I should feel now,
I don’t remember if You remember me.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
I remember You
I remember the things You said
The little jokes,
That always made me smile.
The late night talks,
That seemed to last a lifetime.
The sweet nothings,
That left me speechless.
The promises,
That You kept and broke.
I remember You,
I remember the things we did.
The games we played with each other,
That always ended with us together
The spring showers
Spent running in the rain hand in hand
The long summer days
Spent almost attached to each other
The autumn nights
Wishing that we had more time
I remember You,
I remember the places You took me.
The streets of the city at night,
The focal point of our long walks.
The park by our neighborhood,
That we visited much too often.
The cheesy romantic restaurant,
Where I loved to be with You.
The window sill of your bedroom,
Where we said our Hello’s and Goodbye’s.
I remember You,
I remember how it all felt.
How it felt to first meet You.
How it felt to have Your hand in mine.
How it felt to first kiss You.
How it felt when You left.
Then there are the things I don’t remember,
And I find they are the most important.
I don’t remember how I should feel now,
I don’t remember if You remember me.
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