Now all the memories are crashing into one wave
and I can only remember breakfast that morning
when I was sure the waiter has listened to our conversation
and put on the ultimate heartbreak playlist
I finished my coffee is silence.
My favorite memory is of you waking up early to make me eggs.
And when you'd forbid me to enter the kitchen
because you wanted to perfect the aesthetic of our dinner.
I made a comment about your pants once
and laughed when I saw you hurry into your room to iron out the wrinkles.
When you knew I'd fall asleep watching the movie I kept nagging about but did it anyway.
Thank you for crying with me during every single Scrubs episode.
Dare I say my favorite memory is making out in the back lot of a church and running away when we found out it was sacred?
My favorite memory is when we were walking through Central Park and you made sure I knew you liked drugs. And my favorite memory is when you stopped smoking so much because you loved me so much.
My favorite memory is when we first ice skating together and I was too shy to look into your eyes.
My favorite memory resides somewhere in the back of Mike's car as he unflinchingly looked straight ahead.
My favorite memory is that as a dog walker, you owned a cat.
My favorite memory is when we went on a cruise and all the girls were enamored by your etiquette. And I was too.
My favorite memory is of you playing the piano in the Upper West Side.
My favorite memory is when you'd ask me to pick out your clothes and that you always complain about the shoe choice.
My favorite memory is your willingness to make me happy, though it didn't stretch far enough into the future. So sometimes I wish I could cradle my sadness to sleep.
My favorite memory is that I'm human enough to make new memories.
and I can only remember breakfast that morning
when I was sure the waiter has listened to our conversation
and put on the ultimate heartbreak playlist
I finished my coffee is silence.
My favorite memory is of you waking up early to make me eggs.
And when you'd forbid me to enter the kitchen
because you wanted to perfect the aesthetic of our dinner.
I made a comment about your pants once
and laughed when I saw you hurry into your room to iron out the wrinkles.
When you knew I'd fall asleep watching the movie I kept nagging about but did it anyway.
Thank you for crying with me during every single Scrubs episode.
Dare I say my favorite memory is making out in the back lot of a church and running away when we found out it was sacred?
My favorite memory is when we were walking through Central Park and you made sure I knew you liked drugs. And my favorite memory is when you stopped smoking so much because you loved me so much.
My favorite memory is when we first ice skating together and I was too shy to look into your eyes.
My favorite memory resides somewhere in the back of Mike's car as he unflinchingly looked straight ahead.
My favorite memory is that as a dog walker, you owned a cat.
My favorite memory is when we went on a cruise and all the girls were enamored by your etiquette. And I was too.
My favorite memory is of you playing the piano in the Upper West Side.
My favorite memory is when you'd ask me to pick out your clothes and that you always complain about the shoe choice.
My favorite memory is your willingness to make me happy, though it didn't stretch far enough into the future. So sometimes I wish I could cradle my sadness to sleep.
My favorite memory is that I'm human enough to make new memories.
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