He will always remember how alive you made him feel;
how you made sure to wear his favorite perfume
and the way it lingered when you left the room;
the softness of your body, fresh from the shower and the way you smelled of lemongrass, cane sugar, and green tea — refreshing! Because you loved to make things for yourself.
He will always remember the way you laughed after he told a joke;
the perfect circle your lips made as you blew, to cool, his food before you handed over the spoon;
the way your eyes smiled “Good morning, baby!” at sunrise in the morning.
He will always remember your voice on the other end of the line as he discussed nothing during his break from work.
He will always remember how you cheered for his favorite sports teams and how your flip flops kicked up rain water as he tried to cover you both with a single-person umbrella;
how you held his hand while teaching him how to two-step under the light of the moon.
He will always remember how you discussed politics over coffee and would stop to hold doors for strangers who never thanked you in return — he always admired your selflessness.
He will always remember how he wondered what you’d do if you knew he’d saved her number again;
the way he hid his deception, was lax with protection, and threw everything you’d built with him away.
He will always remember how you made him feel alive and how his favorite perfume lingered as you packed up your things and walked away.
— Written by Asha