Everything to Me

I could have stayed in that garden with you for hours in our soaked clothes.

They say you only remember the bad parts and forget the good.

But I remember it all.

We were surrounded by roses and streetlights and yet you were all I focused on.

I recall the shivers I felt that weren’t from the weather.

I still remember the feel of the cold pins on your jacket against my cheek.

And I’ll most certainly never forget your kisses on my temple made me melt, even in cold rain.

It may have not meant as much to you,

but it was everything to me.