Your stuff is everywhere. All the things you gave me cover my room like a blanket. There are things I didn't even remember you gave me until now. Each of these objects make me remember you and how we used to be and why you gave them to me. Big and small, they all hold a memory of the past.
The candle you gave me for my birthday. I thought it was dumb but it was the first time you had to buy me something for my birthday before. I never lit it, but it still sits next to my bed untouched.
The stuffed dog toy you gave me for Valentines Day. This was the first gift you ever gave me, it was on our first date. For the two years we've been dating, every night I have slept with it because it reminds me of you.
The ring you got me for being together for six months. I barely ever wore this because it was the wrong size, but I would still sometimes carry it with me. You said it'll do for now until you could get a real one someday.
The seashell we found when we went to the beach together. We both hate the beach, but decided that we would go and just walk around. We always fought about who would keep the shell. I wish I didn't have it.
Your pictures crowd my phone, haunting me of the conversations we had while taking them. We fought about our faces and angles and who would hold the camera. It would take us twenty minutes to take a photo that we would eventually agree wasn't THAT terrible. Some of them on accident and some by surprise.
The photo of us on our first date. We both wore red and went somewhere neither of us had ever been before. We knew that our friend was taking the pictures because it was our first date. We look uncomfortable, but happy.
The photo of us on Easter. Our first official holiday as a couple that we spent together. We had no idea how to act with each other in front of our families. It took us a few tries and lighting adjustments, but we eventually got it.
The photo of us the first time we actually hung out. We weren't dating yet but we knew we liked each other. I fell asleep on your shoulder because I was tired and you took a picture, the first one of our relationship.
The photo of us on Thanksgiving. The last photo we took together. I'm kissing you on the cheek and you're making that face I always laughed at. We took this as you were leaving that night.
Your music is stuck in my playlists. Songs that I bought because you liked them and I wanted to like them to. Some I did and some I had just because I knew that you liked them. Your favorite songs and some that if I asked you hard enough, you'd sing out loud to in the car.
"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid". For the life of me, I never remembered who sang this song, but that was okay with you. I heard it the first time we spent any time together when we started dating.
"Where Is My Mind?" You told me this was your favorite song. I thought it was okay, not my favorite. But because you liked it so much, I had to have it. I ended up really liking it after a while.
"With Me". I love this song.You told me this was the song you were listening to when you first realized you loved me driving home from my house one day. This was our song.
Your clothes fill up my closet. Some shirts I took because I thought they were cute, and some that you really wanted me to have. They're covered in bands I don't listen to and things that you like to do. Some still smell like your old spice cologne.
The Thrasher sweatshirt that I always liked. You let me have it because I begged you for it. I wore it every day for a while, I don't even skateboard but I liked it because you liked it so much.
The blue striped beanie you gave me the first time I came over your apartment. I saw it and thought it was cute. It was the first thing of yours that you gave me.
The Rage Against The Machine shirt. I lost this shirt for a while, but it was your favorite. I only have one picture of me in it and you thought I looked cute in it. We found it.
The socks that you gave me because you had extra. Your mom bought you extra and you gave them to me so we could match. I barely wear them, but I like them.
I wish I didn't have your stuff. Everything you gave me or the things I begged you for. I wish these inanimate objects didn't come with memories and feelings. I wish my room wasn't covered in things that reminded me of you and what we used to be. I wish my phone wasn't filled with funny photos of you and I. I wish my music wasn't interrupted with songs from you. I wish my mind wasn't filled with you.
