The things you can't remember, and the things I can't forget

Whether or not you end up reading this, it was something I needed to write. Whether or not you deserve to know how you how you changed my world, I'm going to share that with you. I started writing this for you, I'm finishing it for me.


1. April


This is the month we met:


You were optimistic.  You were ragged.  You were the purest and kindest you would ever be.

You had lost a piece of your identity the day she walked away for good.

You were smart and different; I was infatuated by your brain and the way words sounded when you said them.

I didn't understand how anyone could voluntarily walk away from those lips.


When I visited you at your house I was shown a completely different person.

You were far more broken than you had led me to believe.

When you cried to me, I listened.

I let you confide in me, your love for someone else.

When I left I told myself this clearly could not work.

But I had decided that no matter what, I would be there for you.

You had a magnificent soul and I wanted to protect that, even if that meant I was just your friend.

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