I remember everything

I remember the first time I met you and I thought you didn't like me because you barely spoke to me.

I remember the first time you invited me out.

I remember when you and A asked me if I was gay in the taxi and I said no, even though I wanted to say yes, even though I didn't think I was gay.

I remember walking back from work with you and laughing all the way.

I remember the first time I saw you with you hair down, you looked so beautiful and I was so surprised that the back was shorter than the front.

I remember standing at the end of the bar laughing madly.

I remember when you were sitting at the end of the bar before a shift and I was standing behind the bar and you invited me out again and Berry was sitting next to you and she warned that you might rape me if I went out.

I remember changing my plans that week to go out with you that night.

I remember buying a new outfit for the night.

I remember how gorgeous you looked in your skinny jeans and cardi. I fell in love with your boobs on that day.

I remember feeling excited and nervous when your thigh rubbed against mine under the table.

I remember kissing you for the first time, feeling things I had never felt before when I kissed someone for the first time.

I remember stumbling home with you.

I remember lying naked underneath you and feeling more nervous than I had ever felt in my life.

I remember feeling happy and confident the next morning.

I remember the texts you sent me when I went away that day for a few days. I remember the way they made me smile, so much so that my friend assumed I was texting a boy.

I remember when you told me that you were with Vicky now. I remember when you came over and told me you didn't want to be with her.

I remember when you came over stinking drunk after I'd finished work and passed out on my bed in just your bra and nothing else.

I remember meeting your friends for the first time, some of whom I'm really close to now, and feeling insanely nervous.

I remember going out most nights of the week together, but whenever anyone asked us if we were together the answer was always no.

I remember thinking I would never be able to call you my girlfriend because I was definitely straight, even though we had been sleeping together for a month.

I remember the day when I realised I wanted to call you my girlfriend.

I remember being happier than I'd ever been in those first three months, but still thinking it would go nowhere.

I remember the day when I realised I was falling in love with you.

And I still fall in love with you more everyday. ♥