I’ll miss you, I whisper, my head on his shoulder. I’ll miss the life we created.
I hear him sigh, his breath hitting the top of my head.
You were happy sometimes, right?
I was happy lots of times.
You don’t think – he pauses. You don’t think one day, you’ll only remember the bad shit?
I’d like to think no, I pause. It seems lazy to only remember the bad. And courage to remember the good, ‘cause it hurts.
I promise to try and remember it well, however that changes overtime.
You can’t promise that.
I can promise to try.
He cups my shoulder with his hand. I wonder what we’ll hold onto from each other. And what we’ll forget.
I think I’ll always remember what it felt like to sleep next to you. I hope anyway.
He nods. I’ll remember the feeling I had the first time I saw you.
I meant what I said – when I proposed, he pauses. I knew life would never be the same. I guess I just didn’t know how.