We were only having fun.
I remember that night as clearly as I remember yesterday.
He had held me in his arms and I had felt safe.
We had sat and talked for almost an hour into the night.
The moon was high and so were my spirits. My spirits were always high when I was with him. We had held each other tight in the cold and sat in the silence and watched our breath mix in the air and soar into the sky.
I remember his ringtone. It was his favorite song, happy yet almost saddening at the same time. I remember his calm face when his mom said come home now and his warm hand when he led me to his car.

I remember his laughter and jokes on the way home. The radio blasting out tunes. I remember him looking at me with a face that said ~love.

I remember the lights of the truck. The pain of the impact of the dashboard to my body.

I remember the ambulance taking him away from me, my tears flowing freely, when I waved goodbye.

But most of all, I remember him.