I Remember

I remember the last time
I was on a jungle gym.
Typically, I just happened to be with him.
I remember exactly what
I was wearing.
A black dress with flames, and he couldn’t stop staring.
I remember how he said
That he loved me.
And he meant it, too. That much, I could see.

I remember when I
Started to get scared.
It was starting to seem like he no longer cared.
I remember how the phone calls
Began to come less.
Our relationship was ending, but I was trying my best.
I remember how he stopped
Saying he loved me.
I was devastated beyond belief, it just couldn’t be.

I remember exactly
What he chose to say.
“I don’t have time for a girlfriend right now, okay?”
I remember how
Hard I had cried.
It didn’t work out, 11 months I had tried.
I remember how I
Basically begged for him back.
Of course it didn’t work, I can’t believe I tried that.

I remember how quickly
I started to heal.
The feelings for him were starting to peal.
I remember how I had
Formed a new crush.
I wanted to date him, It wasn’t just lust.
I remember when that new boy
Asked me to date him.
Little did I know, a new love would begin.