Do You Remember? Part Two

Remember when I used to stand on top of your feet outside at night when we were chatting because I was only wearing socks and it was so cold?

I don't think you know how much I truly appreciated that.

Remember when we were watching tv, sitting on the small couch at your apartment and I sat with my hand laid out between us? I could see you glancing at it every few seconds. I kept a running tally. Do you realize that you looked at it over fifteen times?

I almost just asked if you wanted to hold my hand. But I didn't want to ruin things.

Remember when you kept stealing glances of us in the wall of mirrors at the ballroom and I asked, "you really like those mirrors don't you?" and you replied, "yeah, we just look good together."?

I remember thinking right then that I didn't know how I would survive the next two years.

Remember when we fell asleep on the couch together and you woke up before me and said I must have been dreaming? And then you told me you dreamt that we were walking on campus together and you kept stepping on my toes?

You can step on my toes anytime you want.

Remember when we were walking to that restaurant right after you'd rescued me and I slipped on a patch of ice in the parking lot? And you grabbed my arm before I could fall? I laughed and asked why you even put up with me. Remember how you got real serious and said, "I don't know, I can't explain it."?

A deer in the headlights, I thought I was going to fall over, again.

Remember when my sister cooked dinner for us and someone stopped by my place, so you stood and did all the dishes in the sink by hand, whistling away in your sock feet?

I couldn't pay attention to my guests. I was keeping myself from running to you.

Remember when we were dancing and you split your pants while dipping me? And remember how it happened a second time? You told me that you'd just have to be more conservative while dipping me, that you just get too excited.

The second time you got really frustrated. I'd never seen you frustrated before. It made you more real.

Remember when the scooter guy borrowed your favorite purple jacket? And how we went to his apartment the last hour we were together? He had already left. That was the second time I'd seen you frustrated, actually I'd call that one mad. I wanted to do whatever it took to make it better.

You don't know it yet, but I hunted down that jacket. I needed it more than you. I still want to make it better.

Remember how you're home? And how we get to see each other again one day, soon?

I do. Although I still can't believe it.

"i was crazy about you then and now the craziest thing of all, over two years have gone by..."