I still remember.

I remember the way you smiled at me, the way you made my heart melt.

I remember that before you, my heart was strictly ice; it was so cold. The way you came into my life just to set it on fire was impressive.

I remember the first time I looked in your eyes, and you looked back. I’m generally good for keeping a competitive staring contest, but that must’ve been the first time I had to break the contact.

I remember the way you asked me how I felt about you. I knew I had made it a little too obvious.

I remember the time I first wrote something to you but never dared to show you.

I remember the first time I dreamed of you. It was only scary because it was the first time I would’ve stayed asleep instead.

I remember the look in your eyes after I kissed you. It was a look I wish I could frame and put on the back of my eyelids because I know that it’d be the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I know before I go to bed.

I remember all those feelings you’ve given me. The love, the roller coaster of emotions seeing you walk into a room, and even the jealousy of seeing someone else have your attention even for a minute.

I still remember all of that. Would you ever admit to thinking about it too?