I don't remember the exact momemnt
he kissed me. I remember
every other little detail about the night, I remember the kiss was amazing, but I don't remember how we got from talking to kissing.
I don't remember my
phone number from anywhere I have previously lived, except for the number of the house I grew up in.
I don't remember what it was like to rely on anyone else.
I don't remember what it was like before
I was so afraid.
I don't remember when the last time I saw
my father was. I don't know if I knew then it was the last time I'd see him.