You were everything that I could have wanted.
But sometimes I think you're bipolar.
Sometimes you made me feel like I was "perfect" then 20 seconds later, you were tired of me and you "just had enough".
I let you deceive me. I let you tell me all the things I wanted to hear. I let you be what I wanted you to be.
Now looking back, I want so many memories to be erased.
The way you would lie about being ticklish but would smile and laugh when I tickled you.
The way you stroked my cheek and pull my hair out of my face.
The way you would bite or kiss my ear or neck because I was ticklish there.
The way you would make sure I wasn't cold and how you would throw the duvet over my face to keep me warm.
The way you would hold me whenever I said I was falling off your tiny ass bed.
The way you would hold my leg to stop me from swinging my leg in nervousness.
The way you would lay down because you're tired and lean on my shoulder or behind me and hug me or kiss me.
The way you would pull away and tease me the way I had teased you.
The way you would laugh at how I would write notes and then correct all the lecture notes saying it was all wrong and then change my CV so that "Portuguese guy" was in my "Interests and hobbies" or how you would play noughts and crosses with me and confuse me so that you would win.
The way when you come over, you would walk in then wait behind just to give me a kiss.
The way when I left your place and you would pull on my hood or grab me and pull me back to say goodbye properly.
The way you described what meals we were going to have and how we were going to watch Star Wars Episode 3 because it's apparently the best.
The way you would make me a make-shift pillow because I would complain about not being able to sleep.
The way you made me lie on your chest with my hand on your heart.
The way you thought I was hiding in your wardrobe because I was hiding under your duvet.
The way you made me feel pretty for once in my life.
The way you would play with my hand and entwine them once in a while.
The way you were childish and would point at your cheek and make me kiss it.
The way you would be so unimpressed at my taste in cheesy, trashy music.
The way you would take my phone off me because I was being a loser texting.
The way we greet when I come over to your house.
The way you would stare at me and I would call you a creeper and you would be like "I'm just looking at you".
The way you get all like defensive when I say your eyelashes are nice and long.
The way when we walked home from the club and you were jealous I said I was BFFL with the boys and you were like "I don't want to be your BFFL just bf".
The way when I say "we can no longer be friends" and you reply "we're not friends"
The way when I offer to go do something, you would be like "No" and order somebody else to do it.
The way when the boys go to buy more alcohol or food and you would stay to kiss me.
The way you would laugh when I tried to blame you for the embarrassing rumbles my tummy was making.
The way you would make fun of my super Asian poses and my duck face pose.
The way you told me I looked "gorgeous" with my bed hair, smudged make-up whilst looking at you and how you tried to take a picture of me to prove that you were right, then ended up taking a picture of you pouting.
The way your hair goes up and sticky when you're stressed or angry.
The way you have weird ass lobsters on your boxers.
The way you are so stubborn and make me put on your Portuguese song or you would refuse to get out of bed.
The way you told me a story and sang me a song to go sleep.
The way you would pick me up, wrap my legs around your waist and take me into the cupboard to make out.
The way you got so excited I could finally use the lighter.
The way you would give me your cigarettes and I would look after them.
The way you would roll a joint in bed and watch a trashy movie whilst I slept on your stomach with you stroking my hair.
The way you sleep with your mouth open sometimes.
The way when you wake up, you would give me a kiss straightaway.
The way you would give me a shirt to wear to sleep because you thought my sleep wear was too tight.
The way you told me you were immensely comfortable and enjoyed my presence as we lay there in bed.
The way you smile when I make a face when I kiss you after you've drunk whiskey or beer.
The way when we lay down on the sofa, I always have to squeeze my butt on the sofa, then you make space for me and we lie there together.
The way you tell me off for making weird noises and weird faces.
The way you always tell me to stay and trap me from going.
The way you shield me and cover my eyes from the porn the boys put on.
The way you get so passionate about the things you love, like the film Prometheus.
The way when we watch a scary film, you would tell me about the scary parts and put my head close to your chest and still laugh as I jump.
The way you stare at me, wanting a kiss during the film.
The way you get annoyed when I come over and don't tell you or wake you up.
The way you smell like "you".
The way you don't understand why I stick my leg out of the duvet.
The way you wake up confused but happy to see me when I'm thrown into your room.
The way you defend your bed and tiny ass room when I take the piss.
The way you tell me you need to go to the bathroom or take a call.
The way you are a demanding princess and need your two ice cubes for your whiskey.
The way you ask me to go to bed when I'm stubborn and refuse to go to bed even though I'm tired.
The way we sleep.
The way we kiss.
Take these memories away because I can't tell if they were real or fake.
If you were just pretending to be this person or if you meant these.
