I'm still working on the forever part.

Today, I'm going to fish out my memories.

Talk about silly things.

Strange things.

I remember your hands.

Especially those palms of yours, and your callous skin.

Your palms were huge.

I could hardly fit my fingers in between without feeling like they were suffocating lol.

I still keep the little things you did.

In my head, in my purse.

Haha. Strange, strange boy you were.

I honestly never knew what a heartbreak was like,

until I met you.

And before that there was chocolate.

Lots and lots of chocolate.

I mean, it was comforting. Beautiful.

In a way that an old rocking chair is.

Fits you, comforts you, cradles you.

Doesn't say much.

And before that, music.

Good, sextastic, shitastic music.

But even then, what was the whole point?

We were like Guns 'n' Roses,

Iron and Wine.

But the whole thing was a fraud.

For all I know, it was the only reason why I liked you.

And the hardest, most painful memory yet on the list.

Innocence.