Remember?

I remember the good times. The great times. That's all I see. I don't look at how it ended. I don't look at our fights. I don't think I ever will. I don't remember the rambles of irritation. I don't remember the annoyed texts. I just remember the ones that said, "I love you." "I miss you." "I want to be with you."

Remember those? I know you are reading this. So, hi.

I remember the mornings waking up, seeing you there, and just smiling. I remember snuggling up because close was never close enough. I remember hearing your strained voice as you were trying to wake up, the annoyance that lied in it. The constant, "Wake up! Wake up!" annoyed you to no end, but it was the "wake up" of christmas morning. It was the excitement that lie in the day ahead..with you.

I remember the evenings of cooking dinner. You'd ask me to step aside because you knew I would burn it. I'd sit on the counter, watching you with that towel draped over your left shoulder and wondering how I got so lucky. I'd ask you if you needed help, I would chop the onion...the wrong way...and you just smiled.

I remember the nights that I felt so loved, just because you held me in that way. We would be lying on the couch, a typical night, and watch a movie. "Am I squishing you?" You'd give me that look and respond, "You could and would never squish me.." and smile.

I can't remember the fighting. It's all drowned out by all the great that happened. I wish you could remember that too.