What if I can't forget you? You won't my love. I'm not the kind of woman you forget. Just remember, don't let the smell of me linger in everything. Don't let my touch haunt you. Don't let the color of my eyes taint everything. Forget. The way I break sometimes. But you will not forget that when my storms were over. I was a warm summer day. You were a child in a meadow. I was filled with adventures. You were a curious cat. I was a comfortable couch. You were an old soul. I was a new book. Fresh of the print. You were a teenage nerd. I was an old book. With dog ear pages and tear stains. You were a collector. But then I was nothing. and you were something. But. I know I'm not the kind of woman you forget.
Nothing. Just what I write.