Iz Zakaria

I am always the last to forget. I am always the last person to move on. I worry about you. I ask about you all the time.

It really is weird what ties you to the memory of a person. I remember you by the freckle by your navel.

I remember thinking no one had anything on us. You made me feel special, you made me feel out of this world.

Our time together has always been made to end.