I remember when we were clueless, but not about life or our hair or skin but about the day we met, the day our lifes changed. You asked me to pick a month. September i replied not knowing that in a few years we would divide, you asked me to pick a number, i said 4 not hesitating, was it a coincidence we ended four years later? I thought if maybe i said a higher number i wouldn't be left to wonder, i wouldent have to wonder if you remember the day you said you would never, i wouldn't have to wonder if you remember that day i put on that dress, you were always impossible to impress nevertheless, but i remember that day in September, when all that mattered is that we had eachother, that i had your back and you had mine, but that seemed to go away in time, than suddenly im too immature or not good enough for you but it was all me, right? I was the one breaking promises and being rude even though its not true, it was still me right? Than all that mattered was life, hair and skin, now all you do is sneak around trying to play it cool, but remember it was me right? Even though its still not true, its me, not you...