Bittersweet Memories

Do you remember when we first met?

How you'd have made the first move if I hadn't kissed you?

When you'd give that puppy dog look and I'd give in to whatever you wanted?

How you'd relax in my arms as I played with your hair?

When you'd say, "I love you, babe," every night, making me smile before I fell asleep?

How you'd call me "weird" and I would agree, making you chuckle? 

When you'd kiss me every morning and wish me a good day before you left?

How you'd beg for kisses and even after I refused you'd steal them anyway?

When you'd fall apart and I would hold you as I whispered sweet nothings in your ear?

How you'd cry and I would kiss away all of the tears that rolled down your cheeks?

When you'd hate yourself despite how much I told you I loved you?

How you'd run away and I would chase after you every single time?

Do you remember,

When you ran away to somewhere I couldn't chase you?

Because I do.

And now all I'm left with are these bittersweet memories.