I remember

The night wasn’t that perfect, but you made it right. Just me and you, a little drunk but we were both happy. You were loving me, like how you always did. Like how you always found me attractive, like how you always reminded me that I was beautiful, like how you always kissed me on my forehead.

I remember.

I told you I wasn’t ready. That night I was. You were gentle and you talked me through it while gently but surely and assuring me, it was okay. You were not harsh, you were not forceful and in fact but anything you said, it’s okay if you are not.

I remember.

January 12th 2008.

But I don’t remember.