Will you look at me when I die and remember the times when I made breakfast for you even though I hated and hated and hated waking up early?
Will you look at me when I die and remember that phone call that we had till 6a.m. in the morning, laughing and crying about everything that had happened in our lives till that moment?
Will you look at me when I die and remember that one time that I got hit by a car and it felt like someone slammed the brakes of your heart?
Will you look at me when I die and remember the girl that couldn't stop annoying you even when you got mad - claiming that she's doing it because she loves you?
Will you look at me when I die and remember the day that we stabbed each other with verbal knives, flinging threats of break up at each other?
Will you look at me when I die and remember how we overcame each misunderstanding, each argument, each time apart and always ended back in each other's embrace?
Will you only remember the beautiful things about me?
No, remember all of it. Remember the good, the bad, and the times that I clawed open your chest and pierced that heart of yours. And miss me, still.
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