I remember the way you smiled so wide. The way you looked at me like I was the only girl. The way you spoke of my quirks.

I don't remember when you started to drift. When you started to lie. When you started to change.

I remember the day I knew you'd dance in the rain with me. You'd hold my hair while I was sick. You'd be the one I wanted to marry.

I don't remember how often you canceled. How often you ignored me. How often you did not reassure me.

I remember the moment I knew you would never push me. The moment I knew you would stop. The moment I knew you would never hurt me.

I remember the day I said you'd break my heart. Then the day I thought I could be wrong. And of course the day I knew it was over.

I don't remember the day I thought I healed but I thought I had.

Yet here I am. I'm angry. I'm angry that you suddenly come back. You come back telling our friend you want me. And the problem is if you said it to my face I'd come running. Were we too young at the time? Are we still too young? I hate how much I love you. I must be insane.