I Remember

I remember the daily phone calls, some of them four hours long.

I remember smiling until my jaw ached, back when it was almost impossible to stop grinning at each other.

I remember the pointless stories we used to tell, repeating them over and over until we nearly had them memorized.

I remember the sad songs, and I remember the tears that came whenever we or someone else we knew could relate to them.

I remember the worrying, the endless days of summer, the times we only seemed to see each other at school.

I remember the rare sleepover; fiction books, funny videos, and talking endlessly, until you made me go to sleep.

I remember the tears, the confrontations, and I remember whenever I did you wrong; you seemed to forgive me every time, but I did, and still do, question whether or not that were true.

That's probably why I have to remember these things now instead of continuing to live on in and with them.

But even if the past is now only memories for me, I still know the person that helped create them.

YOU.

We still attend the same school, but our classes are now separate, except for a select few.  

We still write and read, but you've surpassed me at it now; boy, am I jealous.

We still laugh endlessly, sometimes, but it's not over the old jokes I still love so much.

We still smile, but mine isn't as wide as it used to be. It falls faster, now. It's easier to let it fall.


I still remember you, but do you still remember me?