i don’t remember you.
i don’t remember your dark hair that matched mine,
or your scruffy-faced skin that looked so good.
i forget what beer you drank and i don’t remember your navy shirt.
i think your smile made me smile.
did you kiss me? or did i kiss you?
i don’t remember how natural our conversation was or how much we had in common.
i forget how relaxed i felt with you and how excited i was to see you again.
i don’t even know your name or why your number is no longer in my phone.
he reminds me of you. and i don’t know if i like it.
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you don't remember a lot. i love this.
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