Of course, I remember you.
But I don't know what to call or name what we had, anymore.
If we were a cheap coincidence, then it wouldn't have been so beautiful. And if we were destined, and meant to be, we would have been by now.
Calling us a tragedy, would be a tragedy itself.
We faced all kinds of highs and lows together.
Calling us fragile, would be deceiving ourselves.
I think naming us anything would take forever.
But let me just name you soemthing, because you determined who I was in a way I hadn't been before.
Let me name you raw, because you were life in its purest form who kept me alive.