Love is a Bitch

My memories are coming back. Ever so fucking slowly. But they are coming back. Andy and i have been spending a lot of time together. His girlfriend and him broke up recently. When i asked him why, he just simply said, "I just didn't love her." 'Then why did you get all those tattoos with her dummy!' I thought angerly to myself. Wait..how did i know they have tattoos together? I just shrugged. Whatever.
I was lying on the couch with Andy when suddenly I remembered something. I looked over at Andy. "Do you remember that time you kissed me when i was 12?" I asked. Andy laughed. "Tell me about it anyway." He said with a smile. I grinned and laid my head back on his lap. I closed my eyes and began.
"We were playing in the yard and i had started crying because I'd somehow managed to cut my cheek. You were 15 and thought i was the biggest baby. You started teasing me, so i threw a rock at you. It his you right in the chest. You were so pissed." I laughed at the memory of that little brat chasing me around.
"Well, after you chased me around for 10 minutes, you managed to catch me. You picked me up and put me over your shoulder. You took me inside, and into the bathroom. You sat me on the counter and treated my cheek. Then you kissed me. It wasn't your first kiss. I could tell." I winked at him. But it was mine."
Andy smiled and looked down at me. he grabbed me and moved me so i was sitting in his lap. "Remind me..did it go something like this?" Then he pressed his lips to mine.

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