Forget Me Not

I will remember
The days I spent loving you from afar; too afraid to move closer.

I will remember
The shy glances in the hallways when opportunities become more favorable.

I will remember
The drive to our first One Act’s practice.

I will remember
“So – what do you think – do you want to give it a shot?”

I will remember
Our first time star-gazing out in the bitter cold.

I will remember
How you wouldn’t kiss me, and I had to ask you to.

I will remember
The way you held me.

I will remember
How well you said I fit in your arms.

I will remember
The first time we held hands in the hallway; it seems like such a small thing but, I know that I will miss it.

I will remember
The timed breaks between your Weight class and your lunch when I would leave Geometry for a few minutes just so I could see you.

I will remember
The time you told me you may have to go away; for your brother’s sake.

I will remember
How much you apologized over every little damned thing.

I will remember
Phoenix.

I will remember
The way we attempted to watch movies.

I will remember
How much you look like Fonzie with your hair gelled back.

I will remember
The way you accidentally pulled my hair; you did it every day – somehow SOME WAY! – you always managed to pull my hair, and you always felt so bad about it.

I will remember
Our excessively long phone conversations.

I will remember
Talking until late hours of the night while gazing at the moon.

I will remember
How you could always make me smile.

I will remember
How quickly the month of July came.

I will remember
How quickly our bond grew into love.

I will remember
The time I got so mad at you for forgetting me.

I will remember
That I told you never to believe me if I ever said I hated you for leaving me behind.


I will remember that we are in love.


I won’t let go if you don’t.


I’ll wait and I’ll wait; then I’ll wait some more.


I’ll read all your letters and write back as well.


I’ll be supportive of you, and I won’t tell you that I’m going through hell.


I’ll let you make your dreams come true, and when you come back, you can make mine come true.


You must remember
The olives.

You must remember
When you said my eyes were prettier than all those stars.

You must remember
My hands; they were always cold.

You must remember
All my ticklish spots.

You must remember
The way I shiver when it’s really, really cold outside.

You must remember
Those platform shoes; my attempt to make myself taller.

You must remember
How much I hate feet.

You must remember
My hilarious sneezes.

You must remember
The red velvet wedding cake.

You must remember
That Journey is AMAZING! No matter what you say!

You must remember
How soft my hair is.

You must remember
My wonderful knee-high socks.

You must remember
#7 at Arby’s.

You must remember
The teasing.

You must remember
How HORRIBLE I look in a dress.


You must remember
“You better behave, mister!”

You must remember
The cuteness.

You must remember
The bus ride up to Gothenburg.

You must remember
How my stomach growled all the time!

You must remember
The way I loved you.


You must remember that you promised you would never let go.


I love you, my brown-eyed Thurow.