Please Remember... Me
God forbid one day we are no longer together, please remember me.
Please remember our firsts–our first kiss, our first date, our first road trip, the first time we said “I love you,” and the first time I met your parents.
Please remember the sounds–my laughter, my snores, my snorts, my out-of-tune singing to country songs, the radio playing our songs, and the melody you make me sing when your skin is upon my skin.
Please remember the scent–the smell of my shampoo, the perfume that reminded me of my favourite Eric Church song, the candles we lit, and the scent that lingered on your clothes and bed, even when I was gone.
Please remember how I look–in your sweatpants and hoodie, in my sundresses, in the middle of an open road with the wind blowing through my hair, and every time I said you were my world.
Please remember the times–our 13-hour date, conquering all four Disney World parks in one day, dances in the kitchen, the sunsets we watched, and the Sundays we spent in sweatpants on the couch, breaking diets.
Please remember your favourites–the kind of hugs after a long work day, the kisses we give first thing in the morning and the last at nights, the way we hold hands when you drove, and the tickle fights that neither of us could win.
Please do remember me.
Please remember it all.