how could I forget

I remember the way you looked at me.. 

I remember that feeling of falling.

I remember saying my first swear word because of you and how good it felt coming out of my mouth.

I remember the lies you told me.

I remember the best way to get to your house.

I remember your favorite color, your birthday, and your favorite movie.

I remember watching that movie with you..

I remember our first kiss and how good it felt.

I remember the night you left angry.

I remember how mad I was that you would do that to me. 

I remember moving on and not caring anymore.

 I remember forgetting your birthday.

I remember all the bad times and none of the good.

I remember forgetting how good that kiss felt.

I remember forgetting where you lived and what your favorite color was

Then I see you and...

I remember.

favorite poem

The Road Not Taken

BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

My kind of chairs

Hanging out

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