Do you remember when I met that boy in kindergarten and decided that I was gonna marry him cause I liked his shoes and that must mean that we were meant to be?
No? Strange, I remember telling you.
Do you remember when I had my first date, and I spent an hour trying to look perfect and the boy showed up in a grungy t-shirt and holey jeans?
No? Strange, I remember telling you.
Do you remember my first dance where I got my very first real kiss, and I swore that there was no way that life could get any better?
No? Strange, I remember telling you.
Do you remember my first heartbreak, when I swore that my life was over and nothing could ever make me happy again?
No? Strange, I remember telling you.
Do you remember that holy man you sent me to, to tell all my sins to, that had other plans for our scheduled hours?
No? Strange, I remember telling you.
Do you remember when I left home, and I was so excited to start my new life and my own family but I was scared of messing it up?
No? Strange, I remember telling you.
So many things I remember telling you, so many times I needed comfort or love or advise or protection.
Strange, that you thought I wouldn't remember.
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midnight rambling
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