I still remember that you pick up the napkin bits that you tear to pieces when we went out to dinner or breakfast. Or that you were always a night person and slept until 11:30 or noon most days when you weren’t busy doing homework. I remember loving you in the smaller most forgetful moments. Like when you’d run your fingers up and down my calves and whisper my skin was soft before placing a gentle almost nonexistent kiss on my neck. Or how some days when we’d see each other we’d just lay on the couch or in my room and watch friends. Your laugh was like reading my favorite book, I was always hungry for more. I never wanted it to end. So yes I’m moving on, I don’t look at you and feel my chest ache to be within your touch, but I still remember all the times I loved you so much the earth stood still. And I think I’m okay with that. You’ll always be someone who loved the best and worst parts of me.