His gray jeans cling to his legs and his shirt is purple.

Remember sitting on the wall? I was wearing green.

His hair is perfect like always.

Remember the days when it was short? You liked me back then.

He's not much taller than me. The perfect height.

Remember when I was taller?

But he's got his new girl and I know I don't love him anymore.

Remember when there was you, and only you for me?

I don't even particularly like him anymore.

Remember before you left me? I think I love someone else now.

But all this doesn't stop me wondering what kissing him is like; I'm wondering how things might have been; I'm wondering if my hand doesn't still fit perfectly in his.

Remember us?