Some days, I just want to call you up and ask -
Do you remember?
You don’t even have to feel nostalgic for those days or miss them or want to relive them. I just want to know if you remember.
If you remember the way it felt to hold my hand, to hold me close, to hold my heart. If you remember how cliche some of our moments were - stolen kisses in the backseat of your car, an argument out in the rain. I loved you exactly the way a first love should be: breathless, reckless, fearless.
It’s been years, but sometimes I just want to ask if you remember. If those memories bring a small smile to your lips because they do to mine.