012 : dead love letters

(I can't even remember your name anymore),

We messed around together for weeks and weeks before we decided to put a label on it. Everything was going well, from what I can remember. It went well for a year so we moved in together and I was honestly the happiest I'd ever been when I moved in with you.

(I wish I could remember what the flat looked like)

The first day we were there, we spent a lot of time unpacking things and moving furniture around.

(I only remember the brown, leather sofa we had because that's where we always used to make out)

I remember a couple of your friends came: A tall blonde boy with a shorter girl with berry red lipstick clutching his hand and smiling like she owned the world. I wish I could say I remember their names, but I don't.

(I can't)

They brought us food and we sat at the horrible wooden table that I was determined to keep instead of spending money on a new one and ate together, laughing and joking like we'd known each other our entire lives. I wasn't uncomfortable with your friends. I liked them, especially the girl. She seemed like someone I would love to have gotten to know. It's a shame that things ended so suddenly between us, thanks to my stupid self.

(I want to remember)

(But I'm fading away)

From, (I can't remember my own name anymore)