I just want to forget… About the way he smiles at me right before I go to sleep. About the way he likes his coffee black. About the type of body wash he has. About the sound effects he makes when he eats. About the way his aftershave smells. About why his half of the bed is empty now.
I just want to forget…
In college, we don’t say “I love you”, we say “I have 5 essays, two finals, and 3 group projects due in the next 8 days” which translates to “I would like to be crushed by a train” and I think that’s pretty cool.