I remember our first conversation and how I pushed you to him.

I remember how because we were ed by our own relationships, we couldn't get together so we remained as best friends.

I remember how we started seducing each other.

I remember falling in love with you.

I remember shyly confessing to you.

I remember the sting I felt when you said you obviously loved him more than me.

I remember getting jealous at the two of you being sweet to each other.

I remember drowning my self-pity in alcohol.

I remember our disgustingly tall group mate ing us in my room and me telling him to get the hell out, only wanting you to stay.

I remember you taking care of me when I got drunk.

I remember you telling me you liked the both of us equally.

I remember you fretting about what to do and I didn't know either.

I remember trying to pull myself out of the love triangle because of all the mixed emotions.

I remember failing terribly at it.

I remember me fuming in silence watching the two of you having everywhere in the public.

I remember telling you that my girlfriend proposed to me and me laughing at you telling me to tell that her we're too young to get married because you were so obviously jealous.

I remember breaking up with her and finally having the freedom to do whatever I wanted.

I remember how we never got pass the stage of .

I remember forcing you to say who you liked more.

I remember jumping for joy when you said it was me.

I remember patiently waiting for you to break up with him because you wanted to be with me instead.

I remember the guilty pleasure I felt when you finally broke up with him.

I remember all the drama he caused and you were really upset.

I remember when we officially got together and we were the happiest couple alive.

I remember you moving into my room and I redecorated it to make it all pink for you.

I remember you saying I was perfect and I was beaming inside.

I remember we didn't worry about what others would say about our upcoming wedding in a week.

I remember making everyone who didn't turn up in pink for our wedding, wear a pink Hello Kitty dress.

I remember our epic and somehow romantic wedding.

I remember being the happiest man on earth.

I remember you promising me we'll have in the public.

I remember our great plans for our honeymoon and your birthday.

I remember what we planned to name our children and their due date.

I remember people asking me how on earth you were going to give birth because you don't have the correct ual organs to.

I remember waiting anxiously on the day of our honeymoon/your birthday.

I remember the disappointment I felt when you never showed up.

I remember telling myself that something probably cropped you up.

I remember the agonizing period after you disappeared without a trace.

I remember convincing myself that you're just busy.

I remember suffering in the dark pit of insecurities and paranoia.

I remember desperately clinging onto every hope there was.

I remember waiting for you the entire day of our child's due date.

But you didn't show up.

But you didn't remember.

But you left.

Because it seems,

Everything we've been through, didn't matter.

All the happy memories, didn't matter.

But most unfortunately,

I don't matter.