I still have every scar of yours memorized. I still know how you breath when your under me and I was supposed to be sleeping. I still remember the exact way your nose will crinkle up when i made you laugh at a dumb joke. I still remember how I would catch you staring at me at a stop light because I was looking out the window. I still know how much you hate yourself even though you deserve more love than anything in this galaxy. I still want you. But I need you to be happy, and if I can't do that, then that's fine. I don't matter as much as you do.
