I hope you think of me when it thunders.

Getting broken up with sucks sometimes.

I hope you think of me when it thunders.

And I hope you remember what we had.

I hope you get floods of our memories, all the good times we had.

Watching otters at the zoo

dancing in your kitchen

singing in the car

reading the fault in our stars

laying on your bed

being content doing absolutely nothing

sitting on my lap in the white piano room

every day, without fail.

I hope you also remember the not so good times.

the arguments (I still refuse to say fights)

the yelling

the crying.

But then, remember how it always ended in a kiss.

I want you to remember.

Remember my hands on your back

entwined in your hair

clasped in yours

on your cheek.

Remember my lips on yours

on your forehead

on your scars

on your neck.

Remember my teeth biting down on your collarbones.

on your shoulder

on ear

on your bottom lip.

Remember my arms holding you

supporting you

protecting you 

being there for you.

Remember my voice saying how much I love you

talking about our future (a kid, two pugs, an outdoor wedding)

singing to you

telling you that it would be okay, that I would never leave you.

I want you to remember me, and remember us,

because I sure as hell won't forget.