I'm collecting them: All the promises, the assurances, all the agreements that some things won't change, all the pinky promises that mean I'll never be lonely. I won't forget.
I'm collecting them: All the text messages with declarations of love, all the pictures of us in an embrace, all the notes with confessions of hopes told to friends or just to me in the dark. I won't forget.
I'm collecting them: All the memories of late night gaming sessions, all the kind-hearted jokes that offer support, all the sweaty hugs after gym. I won't forget.
I'm collecting them: All the "secret" (from your parents at least) afternoons spent in beautiful conversation, all the secrets trusted to me concerning your fears and hopes and aspirations, all the bursts of energy your youth gives me. I won't forget.
I'm collecting them: All the surprises on my phone that tell me you care, all the hugs at night when I can just breathe and know you're there, all the hopes we've share and the paths we've walked, all the dreams of building our own games development team despite our laziness. I won't forget.
Even if you forget- I have proof positive; I have proof of your love. I have proof of God's love.
I want to live to honour both.
TheSovietChairman

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