You’re going to remember. You’re going to remember his birthday and what he takes in his coffee and that he loves to sing Christmas music in July because it always made him smile. That damn smile, you won’t be able to get the thought of it out of your head. Not for a long time. You’re going to remember the first time he saw you naked and how his eyes glided across your body and the way his hands felt in your hair. You’re going to remember the curl toes and the I love you’s at 4 am when you both don’t want to sleep because it meant leaving each other for a small period of time. You’re going to remember the first time he said I love you and you’re going to remember the first time he broke your heart and how you could actually feel it breaking in your body and falling through your rib cage. You’re going to remember who his best friends name and that he hated shaving but still did for you. You’re going to remember the first time he sent you to bed feeling unloved and it’s going to leave a hole in your chest that you won’t be able to fill for a while. You’re going to remember what it’s like to be alone and that you hate it. You’re going to remember and ask much as you want to bury those memories know this.. He was to foolish to love you. To young to know beauty and to dumb to know worth. His absence of love for you has nothing to do with your hair, your weight, your uneven boobs or your sadness. No boy is ever worth seconding guessing yourself or trying to change yourself just so he’ll take a second look at you. He is not the sun and stars, you are. You are.