I might forget your grandma's first name or the date we started talking, but I promise you I'll remember all the small details. I'll remember the place you first kissed me and the time you told me you were afraid of spiders. I'll remember how you like your eggs and the reason you sleep on the couch most nights. But now I'll wonder if you went to McDonald's in town or the one 45 minutes away. I'll wonder if you think of me like I think of you or if the feelings you told me about while drinking the cider was the truth or just a drunken slur.
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