im not gonna msg you saying how i remember how i spent my valentines last year. how we were supposed to go out but couldnt and how instead, we ate lunch together even though i hadn’t had any sleep and i just asked you to go out even tho ur hair was a mess and i just told u to wear a cap to hide it i wont msg you how i remember that i bought you a rose out of impulse, even tho i didnt have much at that time i wont msg you how I remember my impulse to kiss you on the cheek, no matter how platonic that was yet it sent my heart racing i wont msg you that i remembered any of that, because you sure as hell dont even want to remember me, do you?












