I hope I forget your eyes,
Your smell, the way you smiled.
That you don't eat or drink anything with lumps in it. That there is such a thing as a perfect coxinha and a right kind of sandwich.
I hope I forget that you breathe Harry Potter and that your kids, your friends and your mom are the only things that really matter to you.
I hope I forget your house, your room, your bed, your Patrick and your pajamas. I hope I forget our movie list, our performances.
I hope I forget you said yes to a kiss, then to being my girl, then to letting me go.
I hope I forget all the things that made me love you, so maybe I can stop loving you too.
I just hope, some day, I can really, surely
get over you.
I hope I forget what it felt like to love you.
