I can’t forget

You like Iris by the GooGooDolls, A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope, who like because he’s just so genuine, you like You’re Beautiful by James Blunt because it’s just a classic, and for anybody to not have heard it is a tragedy. You love to sail, but don’t think it’s a sport, same thing with golf except you don’t play golf. You quite pop a while  ack, but when you did drink it you liked Mountain Dew the best. You sand that Italian song for choir last year because when it’s translated it means so  much to you. You used to watch Supernatural and I’d tease you by giving you fake spoilers, and you referenced that one obscure line. The line was an insult from me, which you replied to with Jerk. I didn’t even recognize it, but you remembered. When you had your first panic attack you texted everybody you thought could help you, which happened to include me. While you were having it, or shortly after, you looked up a site that told you to answer random questions to get your mind off of it. I kissed you in that red car and you said, “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” I replied with “I’ve gotten myself into worse.” On my birthday you said you couldn’t hang out because you were out of town, Minnesota I think. When it’s your shift, it’s your store. Oh God, why can’t I forget you?