I know How to spell onomatopoeia, and that on average, cats have 244 bones in their body. I know how to kayak on the lake, and the oceans of the Bahamas are so blue, you’ll think they’re fake.
I know I walked away and said I was done, but I don’t know why every time I pass the motel 8, I think about your birthday night and how I left the ice cream in the freezer. I don’t know why I cried when I threw away the Taco Bell hot sauces in my cupboard, or why after ten months I still want you.