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What Makes Them Memorable

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We all have people continuously walking in and out of our lives, some stay for longer than others and some we create memories with that will stay with us for a life time.

But this isn’t a soppy reminiscent kind of post, this is more of a look back on certain events shared between two people that makes them stand out above all the others who you fleetingly give your attention to.

This post is going to require some feedback, so I’ll wait for you to tell me what you think about this, I know you get an ego boost every time I write about you and besides, you requested a list a couple of months back and while I hate to disappoint, I love a delayed reaction.

Three years worth of memories folded down into one blog post, it’s not necessarily only good things we remember about people, sometimes their biggest flaws and wort traits are what makes them stand out in our minds so much.

I’ll always remember the time we sat down for dinner with my family, you showed up late and then preceded to brag for about 10 minutes about how you’d been hit on at the dentists earlier that day and how lucky I should feel that I’m the one that gets to have you on a daily basis. You were simply wrapping the pedestal I’d put you on in gold. My bad.

I remember how much you liked when I had my nails painted red, in fact you liked it so much, that when I didn’t have them painted in your favourite colour and you saw someone else who did, you’d make subtle digs at how nice their nails looked, these other women who you made we so wary of, as if they all wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you as soon as my back was turned and you’d avoid commenting on the fact that I’d made an effort for you, to make sure I looked the best I could for us to spend time with your friends, the friends who hated me. My nails were pink, but that didn’t deserve your compliments.

I look at you now and I wonder, if you hadn’t given me such a confidence knock, maybe I’d be more settled.

Maybe this wasn’t quite the list of things you expected, but I never expected you to turn into everything you promised you wouldn’t.

I found out this year that your best mate is a better kisser than you by the way, he seems to have his shit together more than you do as well, he has a better car, his own place and owns his responsibility. While you’re out there shagging everything that moves (good to know nothings changed) and pretending like you’re half functional.

We made out in his car and I couldn’t help but think of you, that’s probably messed up. I didn’t sleep with him because I knew me and you we’re going to get caught up again and we did.

Those three hours we’re exactly how I remember and I don’t think I need to clarify what I mean by that.

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