I'll forget how good it felt to have you around.
I'll forget the sound of your laugh.
I'll forget how your hair felt between my fingers.
I'll forget the way my hand fit in yours.
I'll forget how your lips felt pressed against mine.
I'll forget the ways you've always hugged me.
I'll forget how passionate you get about music.
I'll forget the way your fingers feel tracing my skin.
I'll forget all of it.
I don't want to, but I will.
Hopefully I'll forget all the hate you feel towards me.