Remember the time?

I remember when I met you I thought you were the hottest thing I had seen.
Then you txt me asking to see me again, and you made me nervous.
Petone will always remind me of you.
You were the ideal handbag to carry around, always getting compliments on your looks.
I hated your jealousy and rage.
You bought up babies with me way too soon. Although they wouldve been cute, like you said.
When I first saw you naked, my jaw dropped. Your body was flawless.
You wanted to take me overseas with you.
You were a dreamer, and so was I . But I was dreaming if I thought we would ever work.
You couldnt keep your hands off me.
You ended up repulsing me, and then I dumped your ass at the top of mt vic. And you keep texting me almost hourly for the next two weeks after that? I remember that time.

I remember when I met you, I was into your friend .
You were all tattooed up, and looked like you were all in a band or you guys were old school skaters.
I went bathroom in front of you, and you were impressed, you said I was unlike any other girl you had met.
You wanted me to stay with you, but I said I wasnt boning you.
You were a bit akward, and not a very good kisser.
You were also white, which was weird for me.
Every night you would ask me to stay over.
I remember the way you would stroke my back when I was sitting naked at the end of your bed.
You had sivere issues with your called off engagement.
Your paintings were pretty good.
I loved your tattoo sleeve.
I said it wouldnt be a good idea for us to continue because of the issues, you said you were willing to work through them if I was.
I said no. I remember that time.

When I first met you, I didnt even care to notice you.
The second time I met you, you got my number.
My friends hated you from get go.
I was impressed by your dress sense , also your music and fashion knowledge.
You had huge dreams, but no practicality.
You were like a big little kid.
I thought it was cute that you had candy bars in your glove box.
I remember when you were on my cross trainer with a helmet and in your undies, I thought you were weird.
You were the best person thats ever spooned me.
You made me feel safe when I was around you.
I loved how you told me that I was the most well dressed girl in Wellington.
Up at the prison that time, when you said that you would die instead of me.
You never hesitated to introduce me to your Mum.
Id hear from you non-stop for a month, then nothing at all for two weeks.
You would show up at my house, tap on my window and sneek into my window so my Papa wouldnt hear.
When I was hung over, you would get me anything I wanted, but I wouldnt even touch it.
You slept with my friend behind my back.
You also said that you use "bitches" , but would never do that too me. But you did.
And that time I saw you hooking up with a girl right in front of my face? And then I quit you? Yeah..... I remember that time.
When I first met you, I didnt really know what I thought of you.
You text me the next day, and I still have that messege.
You had your hand on my leg one time, and told me you were sorta seeing someone.
I remember I removed your hand. I backed off.
You text me a month later, asking to hang out. I accepted.
At our first "hang out", I came away just thinking it would be a friendship. That was ok with me.
I remember when you first kissed me, but you wouldnt. You were drunk.
Things were up and down back and fourth for quite sometime after that.
You have super gentle eyes.
You are well dressed , attractive and smart.
I remember when I would put jellybeans in your mouth and you would have to guess the flavour.
Everything is banter between us.
I like holding your hand, and kissing you the most out of the past.
I was comfortable around you, but became someone I wasnt emotionally.
I wish I could turn back time.
Like when we drove to the beach and you told me you didnt want to be with me anymore.
I remember that time.