I wonder if you remember, deep down, somewhere in that cold and bitter heart, how it felt when I hugged you. I think you remember the rush that we got from being alone even as others surrounded us, in our own little world even as familiar voices chimed around us. I’m sure you remember how it felt when we stayed up for hours and talked and laughed and understood each other better than either of us had ever been before. I know that you remember how it hurt both of us when you seemed to move on so quickly, so suddenly- because I know shattering me didn’t mean nothing to you. You knew, and you ached because of it. But it didn’t stop you from doing it. You’re just pretending not to remember. You wish you could put it entirely behind you, tuck it away, out of sight, unnoticed. Darling, I’m never going to forget. And I know you won’t either.
semisomniac (via wnq-writers)
