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.
