I Remember #3

I remember the photo I should’ve taken–two teenage girls in plaid skirts chatting and leaning on a police barricade as if it was no big deal.

I remember the bizarrely empty 2am bus.

I remember not expecting forgiveness. I remember not being forgiven.

I remember sitting with her on the back patio, hating every single sound she spoke and every single fidget she made.

I remember the sleeve of stale saltines.

I remember smiling at my phone throughout the day, wishing I were smiling at him instead.

I remember the plane accelerating, rumbling under my feet.

I remember telling her she didn’t need to iron my pajama shirts, yet she did it anyway.

I remember asking him to pay half for Plan B.

I remember the challah and the grape juice.

I remember how she was finally relieved of pain right before her lethal injection.

I remember him telling me I didn’t have opinions.

I remember stretching my hand across the fretboard to make the chords. I remember giving up not long afterwards.

I remember hearing him sneeze for the first time and how it threw me off-guard.

I remember the hydrangea bush in the backyard, a source for many pretend-wedding bouquets.

I remember crossing the finish line and immediately checking the time: I beat my record.

If you liked this post, check out the first and second “I Remember” pieces. 

11 thoughts on “I Remember #3

  1. Wow! Great one. This is a nice post format too, I must say. And check out my nifty new event signature.

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    Instigator-in-Chief at Sourcererblog


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