I remember when my bro would tell me “the boy you end up with is gonna be someone just like me, but better” and I could only giggle in agreement because we knew exactly what we wanted for one another. I was going to settle down with the boy who’s life intertwines with mine in a way where it promises stability by default, rather than requiring the efforts of staying in each other’s lives. I remember everything I’ve ever accumulated over the years of desiring the perfect man and I remember telling those around me “I wonder who’s going to be that boy who comes into my life and flips it. I wonder who it is that I’m going to love in the way that I know I can but haven’t.” Then I remember meeting you for the first time and how our life unraveled as each passing month stacked upon one another in memories created. I remember not liking you, not paying much attention to you, then noticing your layers peel off; exposing your bare heart to me. I remember fighting the thought of “us” so casually that my mind never touched the idea again, until the photo; until the confession. Until I realized you were everything I’ve ever wanted and I remember… I remember when I saw you differently for the first time. I remember how your beauty grew on me and how I can no longer take my eyes off of you. I remember a lot of things in the midst of the forgotten gaps. I can’t forget you, I could never. And I’m not quite sure how I’m supposed to take it when you’re so clueless to all that this is and can potentially be.
