The first time you came down to pass me herbal tea and a card, just to make me feel better.
The first time you wrote something for me, that card. It's in my box of your stuff.
The first time you lent me your jacket. The first time you lent me your blue checkered shirt.
It's still here, and now I'm hugging it damn tightly. It's taking all my tears. I'm sorry.
I wash it. And yes, you will pass by one day to get all of that.
The first photo we took together. The first time you hugged me. The first time we kissed.
The first time you came over to my place. The first time you ruffled my hair.
The first time we... were... an us.
I remember so distinctly, the smell of your hair.
I remember so clearly, how the curve of your neck fitted my head.
I remember so... Nearly, the texture of your hand in mine.
And I chose to let it all go.
I'm sorry.
I know I'm nothing now.
Time to go.
Time to go.
Finally time to go.