Remember

I hope we last. I hope we do. 

But if we don't, this is how I want you to remember me:

I want you to remember me curled up,

listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. 

Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones

Remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable-only for you though, only for you.

Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous

ways I tried to get your attention.

Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths.

 If it comes to it, I don't want you to remember the ending. 

Remember the beginning

Remember the first time you knew.