I remember your laugh.
I remember your lost taste in words.
I remember your love for that pop punk band that invited you to pity parties.
I remember nights spent talking to you, instead of getting sleep.

I try not to remember those the most.

I remember how excited we were to see one another.
I remember your wit the first time we met.
I remember that you were going to be my first.
I remember the Kapowski top I rushed to buy you.

I still remember shakily scanning my card through the register.

I remember the first night you didn't answer my call.
I remember worrying I had done something wrong.
I remember learning her name.
I remember drinking in spite of your hatred towards it.
I remember wearing that top, laughing and screaming and dancing and crying and wanting to rip it to shreds.
I remember heading to return it, answering in monotone when asked,
"Is there anything wrong with the top?"
"No. I just don't like it any more."

I still remember learning her name.
I still think it's beautiful.
Just like how you didn't think I was.
I will always ******* remember.