She remembers the soft tendrils of his hair
running through her hands,
the smooth planes of his face,
the soft line of his jaw.
She remembers how his soft hands
lovingly caressed her cheek,
how he whispered sweet nothings into her ear,
how he held her tight to his chest at night.
She remembers the fights they had,
the smashing of plates,
the yelling early in the morning,
the tears shed when no one was looking.
She remembers the day when it all ended,
when he got up and started packing,
when she acted like she didn't care,
when she cried all night after he left.
She remembers everything about him,
every touch,
every kiss,
every glance.
Because all she has at the end of the day
are her memories.
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