My mom once told me that we remember what we want to. I guess I'm just one to hold on to worse memories? Anyways, this is me trying to focus on the positive.
You are infuriating. Sometimes I just want to smack the stupid out of you.
And yet, I adore you.
You were the first person to make me feel beautiful, without having to be all done up.
You defend me and stand up for me, especially when I'm too hurt to do it myself.
You remind me to take care of myself, because sometimes I just forget.
You still hold my hand.
You kiss me every day.
I miss you when you're gone.
Not because I need you, but because I love you.