I wanted so bad to take back my stuff from you. That box full of photos, notes, receipts, movie tickets, etc. I wanted to be able to read them, touch them whenever I miss you but then I realized that it’s way better that you have them. So you could still remember me. So you’ll remember the way we treated each other before, so you would remember that once upon a time you were happy with me. I wouldn’t need them, you’re always with me. In my dreams, in my mind, in every people I met and music I listen to. You’re always there at the back of my mind, yea I don’t need them back. All I need is for you to remember me.