i liked listening to him. i liked knowing that i was one of the few people who remembered, like really remembered the things that came out of his mouth. i liked being the reason his eyes light up when i would say something he told me a long time ago and the surprise that comes after when he says, “you listened” because of course. that’s what you do when you are so utterly in love with someone. you listen to the words that come out of their mouths, you pocket every detail they throw at you and you save it. cherish it. i liked knowing that i knew his favorite color and the way he despised the texture of cake. i liked knowing those things because it made me feel something. important. it made me feel important and i didn’t know why. because i knew in the end, he was never listening to me.
