I used to stare at my hands, trying to remember how they looked in yours. I tried to remember how your skin felt, I tried to remember your heat and I remembered my feelings.
But I failed to remember how you would turn away from me at night, how I tried to cuddle up behind your back. I failed to remember how you made me cry because you didn't answer your phone. I failed to remember how you wouldn't open up to me, how you wouldn't talk about our problems and how you wouldn't accept your flaws.
I remember now.