Your favorite bowl of cereal was Froot loops. (Me)

I remember that.

I even remember the way you could never pronounce narcissistic. (Also me)

And the way you would crinkle you nose to the smell of ketchup.

The way you made me smile whenever I was feeling down, and how you would make sure I knew that you were there for me when I was alone. 

I also remember how we met. It was during the summer. You stared at me from a distance, hoping that I wouldn't notice. But I did. 

Sad thing was, I was to scared to do anything about. So I did nothing.

Then summer was over.

I thought I had lost my chance, till one day the next summer. 

I saw you again.

I was hanging with a group of friends, and I saw you looking again. You really weren't trying to hide it were you? 

They dared me to go up there and say hi. 

And I did...at least I tried to. But ended up just making a fool of myself.

Shockingly you still gave me a shot. 

I remember each day after that one. 

They were some of the best days of my life.

Until the day you broke my heart.

Unfortunately, I remember that too.

I know you didn't mean to, but you did.

Now, you are gone, and I have not idea how to move on.

But how is it that I am feeling the aftershocks more than you seem to be?

I remember what we used to be, and am well aware we will be no more.

I remember the taste of your lips.

The bright shine in your eyes.

How adorable you looked with your freckles.

And how good it felt to hold you in my arms.

It hurts each time.

If all of those don't do it?

I remember how much I loved you.

And the fact that I never stopped.

*Hint Hint* This is tied to a previous excerpt of mine called Summer from a previous poem book. The actual book is coming out soon. I know I said that last time...but lay off my case.