You don’t remember when you started noticing her.
But you remember how her hand feels in yours.
You don’t remember when you started to care.
But you remember how you worry when she gets sick.
You don’t remember when being ‘friends’ started meaning nothing to you.
But you remember when you first knew you wanted to be more than that.
You don’t remember how drunk you are when she drags you out to get some air.
You don’t remember where you got the courage to put your arms around her.
You don’t remember how fast your heart was beating when you kissed her temple.
But you remember how she looked at you when you tried to get her attention.
You remember, exactly, how she feels in your arms.
You remember, clearly, her eyes when you started closing the gap between the two of you.
She says she can’t, holding your gaze in place.
You don’t remember where you got the courage to step back and walk away.
But you remember the sound of your heart breaking.
Now, even after all this time, you remember.
You remember just how much you wanted to kiss her.
And you remember just why you can’t.
Just something from way back.