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And When the Wind Takes My Hand, I Want You to Remember Me

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Remember me happy.

Remember the smiles I gave and all the jokes I made. Remember our shared laughter that echoed in your head. Remember me in beaming brightness, not in never-ending silence.


Remember me breathing.


Remember every flutter that falls on your neck as I nuzzled all the scent out of you. Remember the warmth I exhaust as my lungs sang along to the songs playing on your phone. Remember the heat spreading through your veins while I teasingly breathe in heavily on the tingly tips of your ears and nose. Remember me warm and forget the coldness I have turned into.


Remember me in white.


—But remember me in dark colors too, for I wore myself underneath those dead silk and thread. Remember how I was—in your eyes—prettier in white than any other shade. And forget how I’d be in the last white fabric you’d see me wear.


Remember me in beauty.


Remember all the things in me that made you think I am indeed beautiful. Remember my cheeks, nose, lips. Remember the scars on my skin. Remember the parts of me you’ve explored, alone. Remember my eyes; remember how it admired you, how it adored you, remember its darkness resembled the tint of my skin. Remember the sweetness in my eyes, not the fact they are never opening again.


Remember me as loving.


Remember me as apologetic, understanding, and kind. Remember me in my genuine thoughtfulness. Remember how I cared for those people I barely knew, for those tiny kittens I saw. Remember the sincerity in every word I uttered. Remember all the nice things I mouthed, not the voiceless version of me.

Remember my expressions.


Remember all the papers I inked. Remember all the places with my poetic tattoos printed. Remember everything with my expressions of love, angst, pain, hatred, and sometimes forgiveness. Remember how—at some point—it connected with the rhythmic beating of my tiny heart. Remember me lyrical. Remember all the poems I had written, reread me on every line of my thin lettered woods, and forget how you can never again—unravel me through my own set of words.


Remember me strong.


Remember me unafraid, although I rarely was. Remember me in my tough and brave moments. Remember me fighting. Remember how I never gave up on life when that bitch fucked me up so bad. Remember how I hated losing. Remember me battling against all the odds, not the defeat of me at once.



Remember me in things that made you think how happy you were you met me.

Remember me in mundane memories that made you smile and wished I stayed a bit longer.

Remember me in songs that made you realize you miss the sight of me. Remember me in many places I’ve been in—with you.

Remember me every day like I know I wouldn’t forget you.



When the darkness extinguishes my sheer light, I hope you would remember me, all of me. Remember every trivial part of me.



— From that girl who’s never afraid to leave but afraid to be forgotten.

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