notetaking

i remember. i remember the shirt you wore two years ago to the family reunion. i remember that you lost your earring in the eighth grade, but found it a day later. i remember everything. so that's why. that's why i'm a notetaker, a noticer. american because i hope to be able to leave. have you ever wanted anything so badly before you could almost cry? this time, i wished for a summer of this.