I remember him,

I remember all of him.
I remember how he used to watch me when I would look for books,

with that anxious look in his emerald eyes.

I remember how he would take out every book I had read,

and how I never understood it.

I remember looking at him,

and how his reaction was to hide behind a book,

or run away.

I remember how obvious he was.

I remember how his cheeks went scarlet and his eyes widened when he was embarrassed,

like when he confessed his love to me,

or when I held his hand for the first time.

I remember how loud he moaned when I took his virginity,

how he gasped my name wantonly,

how he couldn't control his erratic breathing,

and how he clung to me as he climaxed.

I remember falling in love with him, and never wanting to leave his side.

I remember when he left,

how angry,

confused,

and deeply saddened I was.