Memories

I remember his touch
I remember the smell of his cologne 
The way he fixes his hair
The things he wears
The way he talks
The way he smiles
The way he laughs
I remember everything
Even the ways he holds her hand
And the way he kissed her
The way he hugs her 
And I remember that he isn't mine.....
The memories that I would never have with him......

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