Pre-Experience

I still think about us once in awhile. More than once in awhile actually. More often than I care to admit. I remember our good times, like when I surprised you with a picnic lunch in the park and we fed the geese. Like how you took me to see my favorite band. Like when you showed me our kitten for the first time. Like when you introduced me for the first time as your fiancée. I remember our bad times too, like when I found you bleeding and crying and you didn't know why. Like every time you cut yourself and I made you show me your scars. Like when you punched the hood of your car because you were so angry with me. Like your scre