"I have a terrible memory. I don’t remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday or whether or not I hung out with my friends a week ago. But I remember every time you ever called me beautiful. I remember each time you told me you loved me. I remember every “you’re my favorite person” and “I miss you” better than I can remember the final chapter of my favorite book.
I remember the way you used to look at me.
I remember the way used to talk to me.
I remember the way you used to love me.
Oh, God. These memories are eating me alive."