If you promise to stay conscious, I will try and do the same.

Yes, it was a cold day in February when I kissed you on the cheek and you thought it was the cutest thing ever and I gave you my favourite scarf but I've still got the hat just as you've got at least 17.031% of my heart and the first peck I ever gave. I've got your mix CDs that I never actually listened to and some piece of your mind you've left with me to brood over and dissect over and over for some kind of explanation and that day we skipped I trembled because of the cold or because I held every lost little kid on my shoulders to lead them home and you held me tightly as if I knew the way. Did we say anything? I know I kept speaking for a while but I trailed off and even though my mouth was moving I said nothing and when you lost your glove you said your hands would be lonely and I am so suave I said that's what my hands are for but now I think you are somewhere between not too far away and just far enough to find new gloves. So many roses and singing Kimya Dawson and watching indie-esque films on my bed and I trembled even then and the last thing we discussed was her and prom and how much you hate her but you want to give her Chance #381 and I was really fine with that it was just the fact that you let me go and I was still trembling. Yes, now I am bitter and afraid to do anything ever again because I want the knowledge that I am loved more than I want love itself but I do not tremble anymore.

Do you?