Moments, the good moments I had with him. The times where we would be awake late at night just talking about our childhoods and our plans for the future. The times where I would roll over in the morning and kiss him. The times where we would stand in the shower just kissing and being with each other. The times where I would run my hand through his hair while he slept on my chest. The times where we would be laughing until we can’t breathe. The time where we smiled in silence as we both said we loved each other.
All those heartbreakingly moments, I want nothing more, than to forget.