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[rasberrielipz]

I remember all the good times we had. When we'd go out and he'd kiss me on the cheek and we'd huddle together in the cold of the backseat when he wasn't able to drive and how he'd walk me to the door and look into my eyes and i knew that everything would be ok. And how he'd walk off into the dark, and how he'd stick his head back over for one last look, one last goodbye. I'd come in smiling, smelling of his scent, and then how we'd hold hands in the backseat and his mother would just smile. When we ate, we'd sit in the corner, his arms around my waist, the waiters looking and smiling at young love. And then there was this one time i started crying in front of him at a table, unable to calm my stress of everything that was happening and he just hugged and said that everything would be okay and I believed him because his eyes told the same thing, and then there was that time we sat on his porch watching fireworks and hugged and then went back in to watch a movie. That the grass was green, things were alive, and all the fun we had in his backyard. Then there was homecoming where he came to pick me up with his nice suit and our parents taking hundreds of pictures. I told him he looked very handsome and he told me I looked beautiful, I almost cried but I didn't wanna ruin my make up so I held back. I still ahve the pictures and it was a great night. Dinner. Dance. Love. It sounds very cliche but every night i spent on his arms meant so much to me. Then there was the night where i went to his house and watched Meet Joe Black and that night my life changed, he opened my heart and he opened his and we were both free to go in. He taught me about love and life. I remember his basketball games when i'd be there not missing one and trying to support him on the plays. I went all the night he had to perform. I remember seeing him on stage and at times a little tear of joy would come. When he had his license we were more free. i spent more time with him and i could put my head on his shoulder when he was driving or i could just hold his hand. his conformting shoulder, a shoulder i would cry on, a shoulder i'd smile on, a shoulder i loved. but there was September 19th, that day i couldn't conrol my emotions and I didn't hold back. I cried of joy and happiness. It was a huge day and a day that would change our relationship for the better. we both were happy. he was tearing and i was crying of joy because we had each other. I remember at school, we'd be holding hands and I'd be glowing of happines. Then there so amny times where he'd put in his phantom CD and we'd sing together to all the songs. His hands gave me strength and his arms security and comfort. For some reason he loved my shoulders and i loved he'd just kiss me for no reason. If he kissed my left shoulder he'd kiss my right one as well. Our hands fit perfectly. My head fit on his shoulder. I still have most of the flowers he gave me and the corsage for homecoming. I ahve all of our movie tickets and all the millions and millions of pictures we took. I remember this one time where he walked me up to my porch and before we said goodbye he said "i love you so much" and picked me up and twirled me around. He was laughing nad I was smiling. Then he let go softly and kissed me. That's something i'll never ever forget because it was the happiest moment of my life.
I'd like to remember the good things. Maybe another day i'll remember the bad, but now, i'm happier with this. And that's what matters, right? Trying to be happy, even if everything is over.