I read somewhere once that in the first three seconds after you wake up you don’t remember anything. So that would mean I wouldn’t remember the way my hand fit perfectly into yours and the way that you and I could just look at each other and know what we were thinking and the way you laughed when I found your most ticklish spots. And I would also forget the way the silence slowly transformed from comfortable to awkward and the way that we began to avoid each other and responsblities and the way you gave up on us.