At one point I made you happy. At one point you made me happy. At one point we made each other better. I would like to think that we won't forget that. I hope you remember when we laughed so loud our stomachs hurt. I hope you remember how you felt when we had our first kiss. I hope you recall how happy you got when I told you "I love you." I don't want all that we had to be forgotten because at one point it meant everything. I won't forget when I saw you walking to my house for the first time and the overjoy of happiness that overcame me. I won't forget when we were watching the waves crash at the beach and I felt a sense of love. I won't forget the good just like I won't forget the bad. I refuse to think it was all bad. I refuse to forget how much I loved you because at one point I did.
Will you think of me when you hear someone say water "wooder?" Will you think of me when the songs we listened to come on shuffle? I think of you when I listen to songs that we used to listen too and it is so painful yet so beautiful. I think of you when I hear someone say "word" "with it" "No cap" it all mattered, don't you see that? At one point those stupid words were my world. Those words weren't just words anymore, the songs weren't just songs, they were you. At one point it all lead me back to you.
Do you believe in true love? Do you think what we had was a great love story? Do you think you're better without me? At one point you said you were better because of me. At one point you said I was yours forever. At one point you did say we were living an amazing love story.
Why? Was it worth it? Are you happy? Was hurting me helping you? I can't help but think at what point did you think choosing everything over me was the "right" choice. At what point did the "I love yous" not have any meaning? At what point did you realize you don't love me anymore? At one point did you realise you didn't care? I can tell you at NO point did I stop loving you, fighting for you, and trying for you.
I remember at the beach when I fell and we laughed and you called me a "dummy" how happy we were. I remember whenever you needed me to be there I was there. I remember when you were sick last year, so I did your laundry, folded it, and put it away from you how I just wanted to be there for you. I remember everything and that's why it hurts. Not because I'm sad that you're out of my life, but because I remember all I did for you was love you and I can't recall a time where I believed you loved me more than I love you.
At what point did I become blind? At what point did I not see the red fags? At what point did I not realize that my love was enough and yours wasn't? At what point will all of the memories flashing back go away? At what point will I realise this love was only one way.