Wedding Program Letters 4. Forget

First of all, I just want to say that this completely and utterly private and I'm not really sure why I'm posting it here...but it doesn't matter. I'm sleepy and tired. Delirous and remembering. Opening up the box of pandora. Lol. Ok so well here go my memories.
I wonder if I'll ever forget.
If the memories will ever fade, like letters written on the sand, washed up by the tide. Like your name faded off my skin where I carved it when I was younger.
I burned the tip of a needle and carved the letters into the skin of my inner ankle, wincing and rejoicing in the pain.
It was my sacrifice to you.
I felt proud and helpless, secretly wishing you'd see it, scared about being discovered.
I wish I had known you'd cause me so much more pain. You scae, my teeth slighly nipping at your bottom lip and your smile at my audacity.
It still amazes me that I can remember the details of what I thought I had forgotten; our first kiss.
Then I remember your warm breathing on my bare stomach, and your soft giggle at my writhing reaction.
You caressed my skin softly and I remember thinking how incredibly soft your hands were.
I protested in between escaping moans and pleas.
The line between what I was asking for became blurry and I lost myself when you bit my burning skin through the fabric of my jeans.
I remember the reasons why I tried convincing you to stop and you ignoring me.
You kissed me again to stop me from talking and then looked into my eyes, begging me to deny that I loved you. g to wash you off my skin. Trying to wash away the wrong and the pain.
I felt so lost and dirty. So
torn.
I remember thinking I Had Lost And That nothing Would you ever be like it WAS before.
There Was That so much truth in Thought, except for the fact-That I Had not lost you.
I remember like I remember That Day Every Time You Opened yourself to me and everytime I Was yours. I remember
What We Wore and What We Said. Just like I remember
of the Thousand Words That I Have Written You, These Are the first That Are in Inglés.
And how I remember That this is Not That the first sleepless night i have for you.
And as I fall asleep, I finally wonder, Have You Forgotten?