when I look at our hands, yours in mine. I remember…

the guy who left a mark on my arm, it might have only lasted a week on my skin but it`s still there

I remember…

the guy who showed me that when someone says they care sometimes, sometimes they truly mean it

when we kiss, I remember…

the guy whose lips that kissed me used the same one to make me feel like scum

I remember…

The guy who made feel like I was inferior, but had the greatest of intention

When we are being total dorks, I remember…

Who would make me regret opening my mouth, by wrapping his hands around my throat

I remember…

The guy who when I would talk, I would sometimes  feel like a total idiot

when you say I love you, I remember…

the guy who smashed the sides of my brain that supposedly could kill me, and he would say this phrase as if it made up for everything

I remember…

The guy who wouldn`t only say it but but show it


I don`t know which one