Remember the time we first met? I do. It was the fourth of July.
Remember how I was so afraid to talk to you that I kept my eyes on the ground counting my steps, while you ran around with our friends and smiled the way you do.
You were smiling that smile you wear to try to keep all that sadness inside.
Remember when you came up to me and asked me what I thought about you? Remember how my mouth dropped open and no words came out?
I do.
Kind of ironic, isn't it? We met on Independence day and ever since then I've been dependent on you.
Remember the next time we saw each other? The time at his house where you were jumping on the couch and I walked by and you hopped on my back?
Do you know that I tried my hardest to keep from smiling like an idiot?
Remember when you first told me how you felt like you could tell me anything? That's one thing I won't forget.
Remember the first time we held hands?
Do you know that I was ready to burst? Do you know that I still think about that everyday?
Remember the time you forgot about me? Because if you do, I'd really like to know.
Do you remember the time I spilled my heart out to you?
Do you remember the time I saw you holding his hand?
Well that's another thing I won't be able to forget.
