I remember....

A poem I wrote a long time ago for my now ex-fiance. Still hurts to read it.

I remember coming over to talk with Jason because you were sitting next to him.
I remember thinking how amazingly beautiful you were.
I remember getting lost in your eyes, your red hair, your lip ring.
I remember the next time I saw you, you wanted to sit next to me.
I remember when I first told you I was falling in love with you, you danced around your room singing "He loves me!"
I remember the poems I wrote about you.
I remember skipping Fire Academy to see you.
I remember skipping all kinds of classes to see you.
I remember your flushed face and sweaty palms as you sat next to me, sick as a dog.
I remember your head on my shoulder, and a whispered "I love you."
I remember my lies.
I remember my stupidity.
I remember your tears.
I remember your angry words.

I remember seeing you a few months later.
I remember you saying you wanted to see more of me.
I remember my second chance.
I remember how I fucked that up to.

I remember the numerous letters I wrote.
I remember the one I got in return.
I remember my faded voice on the line..."I love you Megan."
I remember the text message that arrived a few minutes after we hung up..."I love you too."

I remember us.
I remember you.
Do you remember me too?