I remember the times. When we danced in the rain, when we stayed under the sheets all day. When she climaxed underneath me until she couldn’t, when she would beg to switch possessions.

She would get me the same card for Valentine’s day, the same cheesy card, with different candy. I remember when we went to the park after dark, the same park which was meant for kids.

I remember all of them. Why can’t she?